Falcon Al, alone and horny, decides to indulge in some private time. His hands, calloused from years of labor, grip his throbbing cock with a familiarity that borders on intimacy. He jerks himself, his rhythm steady and confident, his eyes closed in ecstasy. The room echoes with the sound of skin slapping against skin and his ragged moans. As his climax approaches, he lets out a guttural groan, his body convulsing as he spills his load, painting his torso with his own essence.