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In the throes of hormonal chaos, a boy seeks refuge in the intimate dance of self-pleasure. His room, a sanctuary of sorts, becomes a stage for his primal performance. He strips, his body a canvas of youthful vigor and desire. His cock, a testament to his ardor, stands tall and proud. He takes it in his hand, his grip sure and eager. His strokes are measured, a rhythm as old as time. His body responds, his breath ragged, his moans a symphony of pent-up longing. His pace quickens, his grip tightens, and with a final cry, he finds his climax, his body shuddering with the force of his release.