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As the sun reaches its zenith, a college lad retreats to his room, a secret hunger gnawing at him. He locks the door, his heart pounding as he pulls out his throbbing BBC. He worships it, running his hands over its length, feeling the heat and the pulse of life. He imagines the sensation of another's mouth, another's hands, but for now, it's just him and his BBC, his secret afternoon ritual.