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In the dim lighting of his bedroom, he finds solace in his own touch. His cock, a towering monolith of desire, stands tall and proud, begging for attention. He wraps his hand around it, feeling the pulse of life beneath his fingers. His strokes are steady, purposeful, each one bringing him closer to the sweet release he craves. His body trembles, his muscles clench, and with a guttural moan, he finds his climax, his cock pulsing as it coats his hand and stomach with his hot, sticky seed.