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In the quiet moment, a man finds solace in his own hands. The room is dim, the air warm from the afternoon sun. His body responds to the silence, to the freedom, as he strips down to nothing. His cock stands at attention, eager for his touch. He strokes it, feeling the velvety skin, the hardness beneath. Pre-cum beads at the tip, a testament to his arousal. His other hand wanders, cupping his balls, tracing the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. The pleasure builds, his breath hitches, and with a final, firm stroke, he spills his load onto the floor.