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In the dimly lit dorm room, a college stud, hungry for release, kicks off his day with a self-indulgent treat. His eyes locked on the raging hard-on tenting his boxers, he frees the beast, a thick, veiny monster that demands attention. He strokes slowly, feeling every ridge, every pulse, his breath hitching as he picks up the pace. His other hand teases his heavy balls, rolling them gently, adding to the symphony of sensation. The room fills with the scent of his pre-cum, the sound of his wet, eager strokes. He's a master of his domain, his body his temple, and he worships it with each stroke, each thrust into his tight fist. The tension builds, his muscles taut, his abs clenched, and with a guttural groan, he erupts, his hot, thick cum painting his chest and hand.