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Alone in the dimly lit room, the young man finds solace in his own touch. With a swift motion, he frees his modest manhood, the cool air a stark contrast to the warmth of his palm. His eyes closed, he imagines the softness of lips, the wetness of a mouth, as his hand moves with practiced urgency. The room fills with the sound of skin against skin, his breath growing ragged as he nears his release.