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The young stud's room is a sanctuary of solitary pleasure. Clad only in boxers, he watches his reflection in the mirror as he pushes them down, freeing his stiff, aching cock. His eyes locked with his own, he starts to stroke, his grip firm, his pace swift. The rhythm of his hand quickens, matching the racing of his heart. With a guttural groan, he reaches his peak, his cum painting his chest in warm, sticky stripes.