In the quiet of his office, Jack, the lone worker, can't resist the urge. He locks the door, pulling down the blinds as his hand slides down his pants, grasping his hardening cock. He strokes slowly, eyes closed, imagining the touch of another man. His breath hitches as he picks up the pace, the sound of his hand meeting flesh echoing in the silent room. He leans back, legs spread, giving in to the pleasure, until he can't hold back any longer, his body tensing as he spills over.