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In the quiet of the pre-dawn hour, a lonely man seeks solace in his own touch. His cock, already hard, aches for release. He strokes it languidly, imagining the softness of a lover's hand, the warmth of a mouth. His breath hitches as he picks up the pace, his body tensing, ready for the explosion of pleasure only his own touch can bring.