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As the clock strikes five on a Friday evening, our anonymous stud retreats to his bedroom, eager to release the week's tensions. Kicking off his shoes and loosening his belt, he settles onto his bed, spreading his legs wide. He begins to stroke his already hardening cock, his eyes closed, lost in his own world. The room fills with the sound of his hand moving rhythmically over his shaft, the occasional moan escaping his lips. He picks up the pace, his breathing growing heavier, until with a final, shuddering gasp, he finds his release, painting his chest with thick ropes of cum.