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The shed door creaks shut behind him, sealing him in with his desires. He's alone, but the walls seem to close in, the silence amplifying his heartbeat. His hand finds its way to his crotch, rubbing through his jeans before he unzips, freeing his stiff cock. The cool air sends a shiver down his spine as he begins to stroke, the familiar rhythm of solo pleasure taking over. He pictures faceless lovers, their touch igniting his flesh. His grip tightens, his strokes become erratic, and with a final, deep groan, he comes undone, his load spilling onto the worn floorboards.