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He's alone, but not lonely, as he begins to stroke. His mind fills with fantasies, and his hand works diligently, bringing him closer to release. His grunts fill the room, a symphony of his desire. As he nears the peak, his body tenses, and with a final, shuddering gasp, he spills forth, his load painting his skin, a testament to his solo indulgence.