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In the dimly lit, smoky room, a young, tattooed man sits alone, a guitar resting on his lap. His fingers dance over the strings, plucking out a soft melody, but his mind is elsewhere. He unzips his jeans, his hand reaching in to pull out his hardening cock. He strokes it slowly, in time with the music, his eyes closed, lost in his own world. The handjob becomes more urgent, his breath hitching as he picks up the pace, his grip tight. He's close, his body tensing, his hand moving faster and faster until he finally comes, his body shuddering with release.