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In the quiet of his room, a gay man lost in the throes of desire, his solo dance of ecstasy. His hand, a skilled lover, pumps his rigid cock with a rhythm that's primal, urgent. His breath hitches, his body tenses, and with a cry that's half pleasure, half pain, he reaches his peak. His cock pulses, spewing forth a fountain of cum that paints his chest and hands in a lewd, glistening masterpiece. He collapses, spent, a vision of debauched, satisfied bliss.