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In the privacy of his room, a twink loses himself in the rhythm of his own touch. His cock, hard and eager, stands at attention, begging for relief. He wraps his fist around it, his hand sliding up and down in a steady, hypnotic motion. His hips move in time, pushing his cock through the tight tunnel of his fingers. His other hand roams, pinching and teasing his nipples, tracing the lines of his abs, and finally, cupping his balls, rolling them gently in their sac. His breath hitches, his strokes become more urgent, and with a final, desperate cry, he comes, his cum shooting out in powerful jets, coating his hand and his still-hard cock in a sticky, glistening mess.