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In the dimly lit room, a lone figure leans back, his eyes closed, lost in his own world. He strokes his stiff cock, the sound of wet skin against skin filling the silent room. His breaths grow heavier as he picks up the pace, his free hand cupping his balls, feeling their weight. A bead of pre-cum glistens at the tip of his red, engorged cock. His body tenses as he gets closer, his hand a blur as he chases his release. With a final groan, he comes, thick ropes of cum painting his chest and stomach.