Raddik, alone in his dimly lit room, slips into a state of carnal contemplation. His rugged hands, calloused from years of manual labor, begin to explore the firm planes of his muscular body. He's a man of few words, but his body speaks volumes as it betrays his chaste facade. His uncut cock, thick and veined, twitches to life, tenting the thin fabric of his sweats. With a low groan, he frees his hardened flesh, the cool air kissing his heated skin. His large hand, now slick with spit, begins to pump his length, the sound of wet flesh slapping against flesh filling the room. His eyes flutter closed, lost in the rhythm of his self-pleasure.