Walter's hands, calloused from years of manual labor, trace the lines of his body, igniting a fire within. He grips his thick, veiny cock, feeling the weight of it in his hand. Pre-cum beads at the tip, and he uses it to lubricate his strokes, his hand moving faster, more urgently. His balls tighten, and he knows he's close. He leans back, his abs contracting, as he lets out a low groan, his hot cum spilling onto his stomach, marking his solo encounter with pure, unadulterated pleasure.