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Under the cloak of night, a young man retreats to his room, drawn to the comforting warmth of his large, dark member. He strokes it languidly, feeling the velvet smoothness against his palm, his breathing deepening as he loses himself in the rhythm. The room fills with the soft, wet sounds of his hand working his length, the scent of his pre-cum heavy in the air.