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A lonesome college student, barely legal and slight of frame, finds solace in the familiar rhythm of his hand around his substantial cock. The room, dimly lit and cluttered with the detritus of youth, echoes with his rhythmic grunts as he works his meaty length. His hand, calloused from countless solo sessions, glides effortlessly over the sensitive skin, the friction building an intense heat. His breath hitches, his strokes quicken, and with a final, choked cry, he spills his load, his young body convulsing as he paints the room with his sticky, white Seed.