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As the moon casts long shadows across the room, a slender man begins his nightly ritual. His calloused hands, rough from a day's labor, undo his belt and slide down his pants, releasing his throbbing erection. He leans back, closing his eyes as he wraps his fingers around his thick shaft, the image of a faceless lover dancing in his mind's eye. His strokes are firm, purposeful, his breath hitching as he brings himself closer to the edge. The room echoes with the sound of his pleasure, the smell of his musk filling the air. With a final, desperate stroke, he spills his load, his body trembling with the force of his release.