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Tonight, it's just him and his hand, a dance as old as time. He spits into his palm, lubing up his cock, his grip tight as he jerks himself off. His strokes are slow and steady, building up a rhythm that has his balls tightening. He feels the familiar tingle at the base of his spine, and with a grunt, he lets go. Cum spurts out, painting his body, his hairy chest glistening with his seed. He rubs it in, a satisfied smile on his face, before collapsing back onto his bed, ready for sleep.