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The road-weary wanderer returns to his temporary lodgings, the weight of travel heavy on his mind and body. But as the sun rises, so does something else - a familiar, insistent stirring in his loins. He sheds his clothes, the fabric rough against his sensitive skin, and settles onto the bed, his hand finding its way to his already engorged cock. He runs his thumb over the leaking tip, smearing the pre-cum, before wrapping his fingers around the shaft and beginning to stroke. His touch is firm, confident, each movement drawing him closer to the edge. His breath hitches, his heart races, and with a final, desperate thrust of his hips, he comes undone, his cock pulsing as he coats his hand and the sheets with his load.