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In the privacy of his bathroom, he begins his ritual, his hand wrapping around his stiff length. His strokes are slow, deliberate, each one drawing a guttural moan from his lips. He's lost in his fantasy when a knock at the door jars him back to reality. Quickly, he tries to hide his evidence, but it's too late. The door swings open, revealing a pair of shocked, yet intrigued eyes. Flustered, he stumbles over an apology, but the intruder only smiles, stepping closer to examine his glistening, reddened hand.