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The moon casts a soft glow through the window, illuminating the man's muscular form as he lies on his bed. He's been thinking about this all day, the anticipation building with each passing hour. Now, finally alone, he lets his hand drift down to his cock, already hard and aching for release. He strokes himself slowly, feeling the heat and friction build with each pass. His breathing becomes heavier, his moans filling the silent room as he picks up his pace. He can feel his orgasm building, the pressure in his groin intensifying. He grips himself tighter, his hand moving faster, until finally, with a grunt, he finds his release, his body shuddering as he spills himself onto his stomach.