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The wall, his silent partner, stands sentinel as he bares his body to its unyielding surface. Each stroke is a testament to his restraint, his cock throbbing with need as he teases himself with the wall's varied textures. He imagines it's a lover's touch, firm and insistent, guiding him towards release. His breath hitches, his strokes quickening, as he grinds his hips against the wall, seeking the elusive friction that will send him spiraling into ecstasy. The wall, ever present, ever patient, awaits his surrender.