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Alone in his room, a young man sheds his clothes, revealing a body sculpted by years of dedication. His hand wanders south, wrapping around his already rigid cock. He leans back, eyes closed, lost in the sensation. His strokes are slow at first, building a rhythm that matches his racing heart. His breath hitches as he picks up the pace, his grip tightens, and his body tenses. A low groan escapes his lips as he finds his release, his cock pulsing in his hand, painting the floor with his hot, sticky seed.