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Our lonesome hero, clad only in a loose pair of boxers, finds solace in the quiet of his room. His hands, large and capable, begin their sensual dance, first tracing the lines of his muscular chest, then dipping lower to grip his bulging cock through the thin fabric. He groans, his eyes fluttering closed, as he pulls his boxers down, freeing his hard, throbbing length. He strokes himself, his grip tight and steady, his hips lifting off the bed in instinctual rhythm. His other hand joins the party, cupping his heavy balls, his fingers tracing the sensitive skin behind them, making him gasp. His body tenses, his breath comes in short pants, and with a final, guttural groan, he comes, his cock pulsing, his cum spilling over his hand and onto his stomach.