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In the quiet solitude of his room, our lonesome hero finds solace in the rhythmic dance of his hand. His small cock, throbbing with desire, is a beacon of his unfulfilled needs. He strokes it with abandon, lost in his private fantasies, until a sudden creak alerts him. Panic surges as he realizes he's not alone, but the moment is lost, his cum already painting his stomach.