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In the quiet of his room, a trans man stands, his heart pounding in anticipation. He sheds his clothes, revealing his hard, veiny cock. He takes it in his hand, feeling its weight, its heat. His strokes are slow, deliberate, a worship of his own flesh. He pictures anonymous hands, strangers' mouths, their desires mirroring his own. His breathing deepens, his grip tightens, and with a guttural groan, he comes, his seed spilling over, a testament to his private, passionate dance.