In the throes of carnal need, Curmudgeon691 seeks solace in his own capable hands. His cock, a throbbing, veined beast, demands attention, and he obliges, running his fingers up and down its length. Pre-cum coats his fingers, making the journey slick and smooth. He leans back, legs spread wide, and begins a steady rhythm, his hips bucking in time with his strokes. The room is filled with the scent of his musk, the sound of his grunts, and the wet, sucking noises of his hand working his cock. His balls tighten, and with a final, guttural moan, he unleashes a flood of creamy, white cum, coating his abdomen and chest in a glistening sheen of satisfaction.