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In the quiet of his room, a man, his face obscured by shadows, begins his private ritual. His hands, trembling with anticipation, slowly unbutton his shirt, revealing a taut, muscular chest. He closes his eyes, lost in his thoughts, as his hand travels down, slipping beneath the waistband of his jeans. His breath hitches as he grips his hardening cock, stroking it slowly, building a rhythm that mirrors the pulse throbbing in his neck. His other hand wanders, pinching a nipple, then trailing down to cup his balls, rolling them gently. His moans fill the room as he picks up the pace, his hips bucking in time with his strokes. His body tenses, every muscle coiling as he nears his peak. With a final, shuddering gasp, he comes, his hot cum spilling over his fist.