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In the quiet of his room, he allows his mind to wander, each memory of past encounters fueling the fire in his loins. His hand, calloused and wise, moves with practiced ease, coaxing a steady stream of pre-cum from his engorged tip. The room echoes with his grunts, each one a testament to his approaching release, until finally, he groans, his body tensing as he paints his chest with rope after rope of hot, white cum.