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In the quiet of his room, he finds his solace. The door is locked, the world outside silenced. His hand, a familiar companion, wraps around his throbbing cock. He's not seeking perfection, just pleasure. He pumps, he grips, he grunts, his body tensing as he nears the edge. Then, with a final, shuddering breath, he spills his seed, painting his chest with his own desire.