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Under the cloak of night, he retreats to his room, his cock aching for release. He pushes down his pants, his hard-on tenting his boxers. He strokes himself, his breath hitching as he imagines the touch of a lover. His hand moves faster, the friction building, his body tensing. With a final, desperate stroke, he comes, his cock pulsing, his semen coating his hand and sheets, leaving him breathless and sated.