The Janitor Stumbles Upon Me Pleasuring Myself

In an isolated corner of the building, a young man is caught in the act of pleasuring himself. His face contorts with delight, eyes closed, he’s unaware of the maintenance worker approaching. The worker is an older, burly man, with a rugged charm, carrying his tools, but today he’s found a different kind of work to do. The worker watches, intrigued, as the young man’s hand moves quickly over his exposed member. The sound of the young man’s pleasure fills the air, mixing with the hum of machinery. Suddenly, the young man opens his eyes, locking onto the worker’s gaze. Instead of fear, he sees excitement in the worker’s eyes. The worker steps closer, his gaze never leaving the young man. The young man, though surprised, doesn’t stop his actions. He continues, now under the watchful eyes of the maintenance worker, adding an unexpected thrill to his solo act. The worker’s eyes are glued to the scene, his own arousal evident. The young man, under the worker’s gaze, reaches his climax, his face a mask of pure pleasure.