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Alone with his desires, he takes control, his hand a substitute for the lover he craves. His cock, hard and aching, demands attention, and he gives it, his grip tight, his rhythm steady. He's lost in the sensation, his body a playground of pleasure. His breath comes in short gasps, his heart pounding in his chest. He's close, the tension building, his balls tight, his cock throbbing. With a final, desperate stroke, he comes, his cum spilling over his hand, his body wracked with shudders.