Lanky, unkempt Tommy, a lonesome soul, retreats to his sparse apartment, driven by primal urges. He strips, revealing a lean, hairy body, his cock already tenting his boxers. His calloused hands, rough from years of manual labor, wrap around his rigid shaft, stroking with practiced ease. His eyes flutter closed, imagining anonymous, eager mouths and tight, welcoming holes. His grip tightens, fucking his fist faster, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His body tenses, his abs clenching as he groans, painting his stomach with thick, creamy ropes of cum.