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In the quiet of his room, a man, unnamed but unashamed, takes center stage. He's alone, but his performance is far from lonely. His hands, confident and sure, slip beneath the waistband of his briefs, pulling out his throbbing cock. He strokes it, slowly at first, building a rhythm that matches his racing heartbeat. His eyes flutter closed, lost in the sensation of his own touch. The room fills with the sound of his heavy breaths and the slick, wet noise of his palm sliding up and down his length. He's close, his body tensing, his grip tightening. With a low groan, he comes, thick ropes of cum painting his stomach as he rides out his solo pleasure.