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In the hushed silence of the night, a young man's desires awaken. Slipping into the bathroom, he locks the door, the click echoing in the stillness. The room is bathed in the soft glow of the nightlight, casting long shadows that dance with his movements. His body is a symphony of tension, his cock a rigid, aching instrument. He reaches for the olive oil, the scent filling the air as he pours it onto his stiff length. His strokes are slow, deliberate, the oil creating a delicious friction that sends waves of pleasure coursing through him. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his heart pounding in his chest. He comes with a quiet moan, his body convulsing as he paints the floor with his release, the room echoing with his satisfied sigh.