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The room is filled with the scent of his own musk, the air heavy with anticipation. He's alone, but not lonely, as he explores his body with eager hands. His fingers trace the contours of his smooth, shaved skin, sending electric jolts to his core. He grips his cock, feeling the heat and hardness, and begins to stroke. His movements are fluid, confident, as he pleasures himself, his moans echoing in the empty room. His body tenses, his breath hitches, and with a final, shuddering stroke, he comes undone, painting his stomach and hand with his hot, sticky cum, a testament to his solitary, gay ecstasy.