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In the quiet of his room, he finds respite in the squeeze of his stroker. A simple act, yet so profound. His grip tightens, his pace quickens as he chases the edge. The room echoes with the wet sounds of his pleasure, a symphony of flesh and friction. His body tenses, a final stroke, and he finds his escape in the warmth that spreads across his belly.