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In the quiet confines of his room, our lonesome hero finds solace in the throbbing warmth of his own touch. His massive, veined cock stands at attention, begging for release. With a firm grip and steady rhythm, he strokes, his breath deepening as pleasure courses through him. His eyes squeeze shut, imagining illicit scenarios, his hand a poor substitute for the real thing. Yet, in this private dance, he's king, his body responding to his every command.