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In the quiet of his room, he sheds his clothes, his erection tenting his boxers. He climbs onto the bed, his hand wrapping around his throbbing cock. He strokes slowly, savoring the sensation, his mind wandering to filthy fantasies. His pace quickens, his grip tightening. His breath hitches, and with a low groan, he comes, his cum shooting out in ropes, painting his chest and stomach. He watches, mesmerized, as the last drops drip from his sensitive tip, a sense of contentment washing over him.