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In the quiet of his room, he continues his story, this time, with fewer clothes and more touch. His hands roam, learning the landscape of his body, tracing the lines of his muscles, the softness of his skin. He pauses at his crotch, feeling the heat, the throbbing need. He tentatively touches himself, gasping at the sensation, then wraps his hand around his length, stroking slowly, tentatively at first, then with growing confidence. His other hand joins, cupping his balls, teasing his hole, sending shivers of pleasure through him. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his body flushed and sweat-slicked as he chases his release.