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In a dimly lit room, a man stands alone, his breath already ragged with anticipation. He's a tower of muscle, his cock a thick, veiny monster straining against his boxers. He runs a hand over his chest, down his abs, pausing at the waistband. With a slow, tantalizing pull, he reveals his cock, letting it spring free. He grips it tightly, his hand barely able to wrap around its girth. He teases it, his strokes slow and steady, his other hand cupping his heavy balls, rolling them gently. His body tenses, his breathing grows ragged as he nears the edge, but he pulls back, prolonging his private dance of pleasure.