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In the quiet of his room, a young man begins his solo dance, his heart pounding in rhythm with the strokes of his hand. His mind wanders to the touch of another, the feel of a lover's lips, the taste of their skin. His breath hitches as he imagines the pressure of a hard body against his, the friction of their movements. His hand moves faster, his grip tighter, until he finds his release, a gasp escaping his lips as he spills over.