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Jack's new place is a blank canvas, echoing with the silence of move-in day. Bored and horny, he finds himself in a familiar situation. He's alone, and his cock is hard, aching for attention. He starts slow, rubbing his bulge through his jeans, feeling the length of himself. He unzips, pulls out his cock, and finally, he can breathe. He strokes, his hand gliding up and down his shaft, his grip firm. He's quiet, but his body betrays him. His breaths come in short gasps, his hips bucking slightly. He thinks about the woman he saw earlier, her curves, her smile. His hand moves faster, his grip tighter. And then, with a final, quiet groan, he comes, his cum shooting out, coating his hand, a secret, silent release in the empty, echoing room.