In the dimly lit room, a lone figure, EnolaBoy's latest discovery, begins his night job. His hand, rough and calloused, wraps around his rigid cock, pumping it with practiced ease. The room fills with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, his grunts of exertion echoing off the walls. His pace quickens, his grip tightens, and with a final, shuddering breath, he empties his balls, his hot cum spilling over his hand and dripping onto the floor.