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In the quiet of his room, he finds his refuge, a moment's respite from the world's demands. His body, a temple of tension, yearns for release. He undresses, his cock already hard, bobbing against his abs. He spits on his palm, the slick sound echoing as he grips his shaft, jerking it with practiced ease. His other hand cups his heavy balls, rolling them gently. His pace quickens, his grunts filling the room. His body tenses, his cock pulsing as he finally finds his release, ropes of cum painting his chest, a testament to his self-indulgence.