The medic's calloused hands, accustomed to healing, now serve a different purpose. He runs them over his weathered body, pausing to tease his hard nipples before moving down to grip his rock-hard cock. His strokes are firm, practiced, each one drawing a ragged breath from his lips. He leans back, his eyes closed, imagining the touch of a lover as he pleasures himself. His body tenses, his balls drawing up tight as he nears his climax. With a final, powerful stroke, he comes, his cum shooting out in thick ropes, coating his hand and dripping onto the floor. He milks every last drop, his body shuddering with the intensity of his release.