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With the house empty and the day stretching out before him, a young man finds solace in the solitude, his hand wandering to his crotch as he reclines on the couch. He strokes his growing erection, the soft fabric of his lounge pants doing little to contain his hardening flesh. His mind drifts to fantasies of a mysterious stranger, their touch, their scent, their taste. He pushes his pants down, his cock springing free, and begins to stroke it in earnest, his breath growing heavier as he approaches the brink.