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The day's tension melts away as our anonymous stud retreats to his bathroom, eager for a private moment. He strips, revealing a toned body, and takes a seat on the closed toilet. His hand wraps around his hardening cock, a slow stroke building to a firm grip. He leans back, eyes closed, lost in the rhythm. His breathing deepens, and his strokes quicken. The room fills with the sound of his hand meeting his flesh, a symphony of pleasure. A bead of pre-cum appears at his tip, and he collects it with his thumb, using it as lube to increase his speed. His grunts grow louder, his body tenses, and with a final, powerful stroke, he explodes, hot ropes of cum painting his chest. Panting, he smiles, ready to wash away the evidence and step into the shower, renewed.