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Every night, Jack retreats to his dimly lit room, the soft glow of his laptop casting shadows on his chiseled face. He clicks on his favorite site, the sounds of moaning men filling the quiet. His hand slides down his muscular torso, pausing at the waistband of his loose shorts. He teases himself, letting out a low groan as he finally wraps his calloused hand around his thick, uncut cock. His strokes are steady, confident, his eyes locked on the screen. Pre-cum glistens at the tip, and he uses it to slick up his shaft, the sound of wet flesh filling the room. His body tenses as he nears the edge, his abs tightening, his breath coming in short gasps. With a final grunt, he spills his load, his body shuddering with release.