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In the quiet of his room, a young man stirs, his body already betraying his desires. His boxers tented, he reaches down, feeling the solidity of his morning wood. A gasp escapes him as he frees his erection, the cool air a stark contrast to the heat of his need. His hand begins to move, a rhythm that's both familiar and new, each stroke pushing him closer to the edge, his body tensing as he gives in to the pleasure of his own touch.