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With a curious gaze, he examines his solitary testicle, rolling it gently between his fingers, marveling at its smoothness, its weight. He decides to indulge in a solo session, his hand wrapping around his shaft, the absence of its usual partner making each stroke feel novel. He imagines it, the other testicle, its presence, its absence. His strokes quicken, his breath hitches, and with a guttural groan, he comes, his cum painting his abdomen, a silent celebration of his unique anatomy.