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Surrounded by the scent of his own musk, he begins to touch himself, his fingers tracing the veins of his rigid cock. He thinks back to his earlier escapades, the tight heat of another man's body, the taste of his skin. His strokes become more urgent, his breathing shallower. He can feel it building, the pressure in his balls, the tingling at the base of his spine. With a final, hard stroke, he comes undone, his cock pulsing as he spills his load, his body shuddering with the force of his release.