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As the lights flicker and die, so does his patience. Alone in the dark, he finds solace in his own touch. His strong hands grip his meaty shaft, pumping it with expertise. The cool air against his naked skin contrasts with the heat building in his loins. He imagines hands other than his own, lips other than his own, until he can't take it anymore. With a final, powerful stroke, he releases, his essence spilling out, a testament to his self-induced ecstasy.