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In the throes of passion, he finds himself alone, his hand a poor substitute for the warmth of a lover, but a necessity nonetheless. He wraps his fist around his swollen shaft, feeling the heat and hardness, imagining it's someone else's hand, someone else's mouth. He pumps faster, his ass clenching with each thrust, his body tensing in anticipation. The room spins, his vision blurs, and then, with a roar, he comes. His cock pulses, sending spurt after spurt of hot, sticky cum flying, decorating his body and the room with evidence of his intense, solo pleasure.