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The night is cool, but his bed is warm, and his body responds to the gentle friction of his pajama pants against his skin. He's alone, but his imagination is vivid, painting scenes that make his cock swell and press against his boxer briefs. With a wicked grin, he runs his hands over his body, tracing the lines of his muscles, lingering at the waistband, teasing himself with the promise of what's to come. He's rock hard, his cock leaking pre-cum, as he finally pushes his pants and briefs down, freeing his length. He strokes himself, his movements becoming more urgent, his breath coming in ragged gasps, until he can't hold back any longer, his cum spurting out, painting his stomach with his release.