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As the sun sets on summer, a lone man retreats to his room, the weight of the season's end heavy on his mind. He strips down, his hand instinctively finding its way to his hardening cock. He strokes slowly, the rhythm building as he imagines the season's forgotten encounters. His breath hitches as he picks up the pace, his hips bucking off the bed. The tension in his body builds, his grip tightening around his shaft. With a final, desperate stroke, he comes undone, his load painting his chest as he gasps for air.