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Andris, our lonesome teen, finds himself in a private moment of relief, standing over the porcelain throne at home. The sound of his steady stream fills the room, a stark contrast to the silence outside. His cock, semi-hard from the warmth of the act, bobs gently with each pulse. He takes a moment to appreciate his own form, running his hands over his slim torso and down to his dick, giving it a gentle squeeze.