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In the quiet of his room, he closes his eyes, imagining a lover's touch. His hand, slick with lube, glides up and down his engorged shaft, coaxing a guttural moan from his lips. His pace quickens, breath ragged, as he chases his release. With a final, shuddering thrust, he coats his fist and stomach with his seed, panting, spent, in the aftermath of his private, weekly ritual.