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Alone in his room, the night's silence broken only by his pounding heart, he strips bare. His massive, uncut BBC stands at attention, a testament to his primal desire. He strokes his length, the familiar rhythm calming yet stirring. The room fills with his grunts, his pleasure building. His hand, slick with pre-cum, glides effortlessly, faster, harder. His body tenses, a surge of ecstasy coursing through him as he explodes, his hot seed spilling over, a silent symphony to his night.