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In a private, dimly lit room, a lone man, his chest bare and heaving, sits on a worn-out couch. His hand gently cups his single, heavy testicle, the lone companion in his underwear. With a sigh, he pulls down his briefs, revealing his semi-hard cock, the tip glistening with pre-cum. He strokes himself slowly, his eyes closed, lost in his own world. His pace quickens, his breathing grows ragged. With a final, loud groan, he erupts, thick ropes of cum shooting from his cock, coating his hand and stomach. He milks the last drop, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.