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In the dim light of his room, a black, inked twink, barely legal, sprawls on his bed, his big dick already at half-mast. He's got his weed and papers ready, but he's taking his time, enjoying the build-up. He runs his fingers, rough from years of playing guitar, over his stiffening cock, feeling it pulse with excitement. He licks his lips, tasting the faint remnants of his last smoke, before leaning over to begin rolling. His breath hitches as he cinches the paper, his dick now rock hard, aching for release. He takes a deep drag, the smoke filling his lungs, as he imagines the taste of his own cum on his lips.