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In the quiet of his room, a lone man, bare-chested and dripping with sweat, takes center stage. His hand, slick with lube, glides up and down his stiff cock, a rhythm as old as time. He grips harder, his breathing hitching as he approaches the precipice. His body tenses, and with a guttural groan, he explodes, his cum painting his abs in thick ropes.