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In the quiet of his room, he seeks solace in solitude, his hand a faithful companion. The rustle of the sheets, the scent of his skin, the feel of his cock pulsing in his grip - it's a symphony of sensation that builds to a crescendo. His body tenses, his grip tightens, and with a low groan, he finds his release, his hot seed spilling forth, a secret kept only by the covers.