The air is thick with anticipation as he settles into his favorite chair, his hard dick tenting his pants. With a groan, he frees it, the heavy weight slapping against his abs. He spits into his palm, lubing up his length before wrapping his hand around it, tight. His strokes are firm, purposeful, a dance he knows well. His body tenses as he nears the edge, his balls drawing up tight. With a final, shuddering stroke, he paints his chest with hot, white cum, a satisfied sigh escaping his lips.