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In the quiet of his room, our anonymous stud finds solace in his own touch. "All over me," he whispers, as his hand wraps around his throbbing cock. He strokes himself with urgency, his breath hitching as he feels the familiar build. His body tenses, and with a guttural groan, he releases, painting his abs with hot, milky ropes.