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The room is dim, the air heavy with anticipation. A man stands alone, his body a canvas waiting for his touch. He begins at his neck, feeling the pulse of life, then trails down, fingers brushing over his nipples, making them harden. His hand continues its journey, wrapping around his thick, eager cock. He pumps, feeling the heat build, the tension coil. His other hand joins the party, slipping between his cheeks, rubbing his hole, making him moan. He's a study in contrast, rough and tender, harsh and gentle, all at once. His body tenses, his breath hitches, and with a final, shuddering stroke, he finds his release, painting his chest with ropes of hot, sticky cum.