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Our insatiable hero finds solace in the privacy of his room, his colossal cock tenting his pants. He can't resist the urge any longer, stripping down to nothing, his thick, veiny shaft standing at attention. He grips it, feeling its weight, its power. He strokes, his hand gliding effortlessly, lubricated by his own arousal. He imagines the tightest of holes, the hottest of mouths, his fantasies fueling his desire. His breathing becomes ragged, his strokes faster, and with a final, guttural groan, he comes undone, his hot, sticky seed painting his abs.