Rufus Cock, eager and alone, strips down to his boxers, the fabric tenting at the sight of his throbbing cock. He strokes his length, groaning as pre-cum leaks out, dampening the material. His strokes become faster, his breath heavier, until with a final grunt, he explodes, painting his boxers and chest with thick, creamy cum. He milks every last drop, grinning at the mess he's made.