In the dimly lit, warmly decorated den, Buckybacker's Bucky finds solace in the quiet, his hands wandering down to his bulging crotch. A thick, veiny cock emerges from his unzipped pants, and he begins to stroke it with a rhythm born of years of practice. His wrinkled hands glide over the hardened shaft, pre-cum beading at the tip. The room fills with the sound of his steady breaths and the wet, sucking noises of his fist working his meat.