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Lean into the personal space of a muscular stud as he sprawls across his bed, a delicious erection tenting his shorts. He's alone, but he's not lonely; he's got his own company and it's enough. He strokes his thick, veiny cock through the fabric, feeling it pulse with need. With a hungry groan, he pulls it out, letting it slap against his abs. He looks right at you, his eyes heavy-lidded as he starts to work his length, his hand moving in slow, deliberate strokes.