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In the throes of pent-up desire, a hung, anonymous stud locks himself in his room, his hand already wrapped around his throbbing cock. He strokes slowly, building a rhythm as he imagines the touch of a lover. His breath hitches, his balls tighten, but he fights to prolong his pleasure, teetering on the edge of release. The room fills with the sound of his ragged breath and the wet, slapping noise of his hand working his meat. Finally, with a groan, he surrenders, his body convulsing as he paints the room with his hot, white cum.