In the quiet of the woodshop, Kingjordan's body awakens, his cock tenting his boxers, demanding attention. He strips, the cool air hardening his nipples, as he begins a slow, steady rhythm, his hand sliding up and down his hard shaft. The scent of sawdust and sweat mingles with the musk of his arousal, his grunts of pleasure filling the empty shop as he chases his release, his body tensing as he paints the floor with his hot, thick cum.