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Bobo, alone and yearning, turns to the comfort of his own touch. His hand wraps around his rigid shaft, a soft moan escaping his lips as he begins to stroke. The friction sends waves of pleasure coursing through him, his body aching for more. He picks up the pace, his hand moving in a blur, as he chases the high he craves. With a final, shuddering gasp, he finds his peak, his cock pulsing as he coats his hand in his warm, sticky seed.