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The night is cool against his skin, but his body is warm with anticipation. His cock stands tall, eager for attention. He spits into his palm, lubing up his shaft before wrapping his fist around it. He pumps slowly, feeling every ridge, every vein. His other hand works his balls, rolling them gently, sending jolts of pleasure up his spine. He leans back, closing his eyes, his imagination running wild. He can feel his orgasm building, his breath coming in short gasps. With a final stroke, he comes, his cum shooting out, painting his chest and abs. He smiles, satisfied, as he cleans up and turns off the light, ready for sleep.