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In the quiet of his room, a man, unnamed yet intimately present, finds himself alone with his thoughts. The mundane surrounds him, yet his gaze is distant, focused inward. His hand, unconsciously, begins to trace the growing bulge in his jeans. He's thinking of you, whoever you may be, and the thought is making him hard. His breathing deepens, his heart rate quickens, and his cock throbs with anticipation. The room fills with the soft sounds of his growing arousal, a symphony of desire played out in the privacy of his own hands.