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The room is dim, the air thick with anticipation. A man, his body a landscape of defined muscles, sits on the edge of the bed, his hand wrapped around the substantial length of his cock. He strokes it with a familiarity born of countless private encounters, his grip tight, his rhythm steady. His eyes, half-lidded, watch as his foreskin slides back and forth, revealing the glistening tip. His breathing deepens, his body tense, as he edges closer to the release he so desperately craves.