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In the dim light of his room, the once-confident jock is a shadow of his former self, his body no longer the temple it once was. Yet, his cock remains a beacon of his past prowess, standing proudly as he grips it tightly. With each desperate stroke, he's haunted by images of forgotten lovers, their moans echoing in his mind as he chases the fleeting high of release, his only escape from the emptiness that consumes him.