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The dim glow of his bedside lamp casts long shadows as Zack McKay settles into his mattress, his mind wandering to places only he knows. His hand, strong and sure, begins its steady rhythm, gripping his eager cock. He imagines the touch of another, the sensation of a tight, wet mouth enclosing him. His hips lift slightly, thrusting into his fist, the friction sending electric jolts through his body. He's close, his grip tightening, his strokes faster, until finally, with a quiet moan, he finds his release.