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In the privacy of his room, a hung stud, unburdened by company, grips his massive, throbbing cock. He strokes it lovingly, feeling every vein pulse with desire. Pre-cum beads at the tip, glistening like a promise. His breathing deepens, the room fills with the scent of his arousal. He builds a rhythm, his hips bucking, fucking his fist. The head of his cock turns a dark, angry red, ready to burst. With a guttural groan, he comes, thick ropes of cum painting his abs, coating his hand, marking his territory.