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In the quiet of his room, a man sits, his thoughts consumed by the ache in his loins. "My dick is lonely," he confesses, his voice barely a whisper. He strokes his soft member, lost in a fantasy that's become all too familiar. His hand wraps around his shaft, gently coaxing it to life. He imagines a warm, wet mouth enveloping him, the sensation so vivid it's almost real. His strokes become more urgent, his breath shallow. Yet, he finds no release, only the bittersweet satisfaction of a solo encounter.