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In the hushed hours of the night, a muscular man finds solace in his own company. The dim glow of the bedside lamp casts long shadows as he slowly strokes his thick, veiny cock. His strong hands, calloused from years of labor, grip his length with a familiar rhythm. The room fills with the soft sounds of skin on skin, punctuated by his ragged breaths. He imagines hands other than his own, lips other than his own, but it's just him, lost in his own world of pleasure.