Mike, a man of simple pleasures, retreats to his room, the scent of his own musk already heavy in the air. His hand, rough and calloused from years of honest labor, wraps around his throbbing cock. He lets out a low groan, his body tensing as he begins to stroke himself with a slow, deliberate rhythm. The room is filled with the sound of his pleasure, the wet, slick noises of his hand moving up and down his length. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his body tensing as he nears his climax.