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In the hushed quiet of his room, a man finds solace in his own company. His hands, calloused from years of labor, trace the familiar path up his thighs, pausing briefly at the coarse hair before wrapping around his throbbing cock. He strokes gently, his mind racing with vivid fantasies, each one more explicit than the last. The room fills with his ragged breaths, punctuated by the soft slap of flesh against flesh. His body tenses, every muscle taut as he nears the edge, before finally, with a low groan, he finds his release.