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In the dimly lit room, a young man, his body still bearing the softness of youth, sits on the edge of the bed, his eyes locked onto the two tennis balls resting on the mattress. He picks them up, his fingers tracing the smooth, round surface, feeling the firm give beneath his touch. A smirk plays on his lips as he tosses the first ball, watching it bounce and roll. He chases after it, his body moving with the eager, bounding energy of a puppy. The second ball follows, and he pursues it with the same enthusiastic fervor, his shorts tenting with his growing arousal as he plays his solitary game.