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In the quiet of his sanctuary, our young man finds solace in his solitude, his body aching for release. He lights a cigarette, taking a long drag, the smoke curling around him like a lover's caress. His eyes flutter closed, imagining the touch of a phantom partner as his hand replaces theirs, wrapping around his rigid, pulsing cock. He strokes himself slowly, his breath hitching as he pictures their hands, their mouths, their bodies on his. The cigarette burns forgotten between his lips, the ash growing longer as he loses himself in his fantasy, his hand working feverishly, bringing him to the brink of ecstasy.