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Lost in the woods, a young man seeks solace in the familiar rituals of smoking and masturbation. The moon hangs low, casting dappled shadows as he takes a long drag, his eyes fluttering closed. His other hand, calloused from years of guitar playing, grips his stiff cock, pumping slowly. The forest's scent - earthy, damp - fills his nostrils, heightening his senses. He imagines unseen eyes watching, fueling his exhibitionist streak. His strokes quicken, breath coming in ragged gasps. He pictures a faceless, eager lover, and with a final, shuddering pull, he spills his load onto the forest floor, the scent of sex and weed mingling in the night air.