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Alone in his room, a young man finds solace in his own touch. His hand wraps around his cock, pumping slowly, building a rhythm. His mind wanders, imagining a lover's touch, a lover's mouth. He pictures it all, the wet warmth, the tightness, the urgency. His strokes quicken, his breath hitches. He can feel the pressure building, the pleasure intensifying. With a final, forceful stroke, he comes undone, his cum splashing onto his chest, his stomach, his face. He leans back, panting, licking his fingers clean, savoring the taste of his own desire.