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In the quiet of his room, he finds solace in the familiar. His cock, a throbbing beast, demands release. He spits into his palm, lubricating his grip as he begins to stroke. The room fills with the sound of his hand meeting flesh, a rhythmic dance of desire. His body responds, muscles tensing, breath coming in ragged gasps. He imagines the touch of another, the softness of a woman's body, the tightness of a welcoming hole. His strokes become frantic, his grip tightening. With a groan, he finds his release, his cock pulsing as it paints his belly with thick, white ropes of cum. He collapses back, spent and satisfied, his body cooling as his heart rate slows.