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Alone in the dimly lit room, he finds solace in the familiar. His hand, a trusted companion, wraps around his throbbing cock, guiding it with practiced ease. He works himself slowly, the friction of his palm against his sensitive flesh sending jolts of pleasure through him. His other hand joins in, cupping his balls, rolling them gently, adding another layer to his self-indulgence. He picks up the pace, his hand a blur as he races towards his climax. His body tenses, his toes curl, and with a low groan, he spills himself, his cock pulsing in his hand as he rides out his orgasm. The room is filled with the scent of sex, a testament to his solitary pleasure.