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The house is quiet, save for the soft rustling of his pajama bottoms as they hit the floor. He's hard, his cock tenting his boxers, eager for release. He wraps his hand around the thickness, feeling the pulse of his heartbeat. His strokes are firm, purposeful, his grip tight. The friction feels good, sending waves of pleasure through him. He's close, his breath coming in short gasps. With a final, hard stroke, he comes, his cock pulsing in his hand, his cum dripping onto the floor.