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The dimly lit room echoes with the steady beat of a drum, a rhythm that the lonely soldier can't help but match with his own movements. Naked, he stands at attention, his hand wrapped around his thick, rigid cock. His other hand trails down his chiseled abs, cupping his heavy balls, rolling them in time with the music. The tempo increases, and so does his pace, his fist flying up and down his shaft, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room. His body tenses, his abs clenching as he nears his climax, the music reaching a crescendo as he spills his load, his hot cum painting his chest and the floor.