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In the quietude of his room, a man loses himself in the throes of self-gratification. His fingers, tentative at first, trace the length of his hardening cock, now straining against his boxers. He pushes them down, freeing himself, and begins to stroke, his movements becoming more insistent with each pass. His other hand explores, pinching and rolling his nipples, then moving down to massage his sack. The room fills with the sound of his hand moving over his slick skin, the scent of his arousal heavy in the air. His breath comes in short gasps, his body tensing as he approaches his peak. With a final, desperate stroke, he finds his release, his body convulsing as he paints his chest with his essence.