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In the quiet of his room, he finds his solace, his sanctuary from the world outside. The soft glow of the bedside lamp casts a warm, inviting light, as he leans back against the pillows, his hand already wrapped around his stiffening cock. He's alone, but the touch of his own hand is electric, sending shivers down his spine. His strokes are steady, his grip firm, as he works himself up, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The room fills with the sound of his pleasure, the wet slapping of his hand against his cock, the soft moans that escape his lips. He's lost in his own world, his fantasies playing out in his mind's eye. His body tenses, his abs clenching, as he feels his orgasm building. With a final, shuddering breath, he comes, his cock pulsing in his hand, his cum spilling out over his fingers, warm and sticky and oh-so-satisfying.