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A man, alone in his room, seeks solace in his own touch. He begins tentatively, rubbing his crotch through his jeans, feeling the growing bulge. He unzips, allowing his hard length to spring free, throbbing with anticipation. His hand wraps around it, stroking slowly at first, then with increasing urgency. His breath hitches as he imagines forbidden scenarios, his grip tightening, his pace quickening. His body tenses, and with a groan, he finds release, his seed spilling over his hand.