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In the quiet of the night, a lone figure sits, his massive cock already at half-mast, straining against his boxers. He pushes the fabric down, freeing his beast, and begins to stroke, his hand moving from the root to the tip, where a glistening bead of pre-cum awaits. He runs his thumb over the slit, spreading the fluid, before continuing his slow, steady rhythm. His other hand reaches down, cupping his heavy balls, massaging them gently as his cock grows harder, veins popping out like mountains on a map. The room is filled with the sound of his pleasure, his grunts and moans echoing off the walls as he brings himself to the brink, his body tensing as hereadies to explode.