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In the quiet of his room, a man, unnamed but not unknown to his desires, takes a seat, his eyes locked onto the throbbing bulge in his pants. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unzips, his massive, uncut cock springing free, already glistening with anticipation. He strokes it slowly, appreciatively, his other hand cupping his heavy balls, feeling their weight, their promise. The room fills with the sound of his pleasure, the slick wetness of his pre-cum, the rhythmic slapping of his flesh. He's no amateur, this man, but a master of his own domain, his body responding to his touch like a well-played instrument.