Curmudgeon691, a man of few words and even fewer inhibitions, ventures into the woods, his cock leading the way. He finds a spot, the sun filtering through the canopy above, casting dappled shadows. He drops his pants, his cock springing free, already leaking pre-cum. He strokes, the rough texture of his hand against his smooth shaft sending jolts of pleasure through him. He looks around, the rustling leaves and chirping birds adding to his arousal. When he finally comes, it's with a loud groan, his cum arcing through the air before landing with a soft plop on the forest floor. He keeps going, marking his territory, until he's completely drained.