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With an air of nonchalance, he strips down, his cock already semi-hard, eager for the attention he's about to give it. He sits back, legs wide, and takes his time, running his hands over his lean, muscular body, pausing to tweak and pull at his nipples before moving down to his cock. He wraps his hand around it, squeezing it firmly, feeling the pulse of life within. He begins to stroke it, his hand moving slowly at first, then gaining speed, his grip tightening as his pleasure builds. He leans back, his head resting on the pillow, his eyes closed, his body writhing in ecstasy as he chases his release, his cock throbbing in his hand until he can't hold back any longer, and with a grunt, he comes, his cum spilling out over his fist.