The dim light casts shadows over Homem 42's muscular form as he stands, pants pooled around his ankles, his thick cock bobbing free. He wraps a strong, calloused hand around his shaft, feeling the pulse of his own heartbeat. He strokes slowly, savoring the sensation, his breath growing ragged as he picks up speed. His other hand grips his hip, fingers digging into flesh, as he leans back, a bead of sweat trickling down his chest.