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In the quiet of his room, he finds his solace. His hand, a familiar lover, wraps around his hardening length, moving with a practiced grace. The friction builds, his body arches, a symphony of sensation playing across his skin. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his grip tightening as he races towards the edge. With a final, shuddering stroke, he finds his release, his body shaking with the force of his solo ecstasy.