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In the quiet of his room, a young man finds solace in the simple pleasure of his own touch. He strokes his hardening cock, eyes closed, lost in a world of his own making. His hand, slick with pre-cum, glides effortlessly along his length, the pressure building with each pass. His breath hitches as he nears the edge, his grip tightening, fingers dancing over his sensitive flesh. With a final, shuddering stroke, he finds his release, painting his stomach with sticky, white ropes of cum.