An old, inked man, his body a canvas of stories and regrets, sits in his dimly lit room, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He's got a thick, veiny cock, and he's ready to give it some much-needed attention. He strokes it slowly, his calloused hands rough against his sensitive skin. He smokes and jerks, the sound of his hand on his cock filling the room. He's rock hard, his cock throbbing in his hand. He cums hard, the thick ropes of jizz coating the mirror. He takes a long drag of his cigarette, then pisses all over the mess, the stream steady and strong, his body tense with release.