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In the quiet of his room, a rugged man, unburdened by company, finds solace in his own touch. His calloused hands wrap around his throbbing cock, a thick, veined rod that pulses with anticipation. He strokes with a rhythm born of familiarity, his grip tightening as he approaches the edge. His grunts fill the room, a primitive symphony of pleasure, as he paints his abs with hot, white ropes of release.