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In the quiet of his room, he begins, his hand wrapped around his throbbing member, eyes closed, envisioning Ty's touch. His strokes are steady, purposeful, each one bringing him closer to the edge. His breath hitches, body tenses, and with a final, muffled groan, he finds his release, his essence pulsing out, a testament to his solitary, Ty-inspired ecstasy.