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On a lazy Sunday afternoon, a young man retreats to his room, seeking solace in his own hands. With a mischievous grin, he unbuckles his jeans, letting his already hardening cock spring free. He starts slow, teasing himself with gentle strokes, his eyes closed, imagining the touch of a lover. His breath hitches as he picks up the pace, his hand working feverishly over his length, his grip tightening. He lets out a low moan, his body tensing as he nears the edge, his hips bucking as he finds his release, his cock pulsing in his hand.