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In the quiet of his room, a young twink, barely 18, begins his evening ritual. He's alone, but the solitude only heightens his senses. He strips off his clothes, the cool air against his skin making his nipples harden. He climbs onto his bed, the sheets soft and inviting. He starts slow, caressing his body, his touch light as a feather. His hands explore every inch of his skin, from his neck to his toes, but they always return to his cock. He wraps his hand around it, the sensation making him gasp. He starts to stroke, his hand moving up and down the length, his grip tight. His breathing quickens, his moans filling the room. He can feel the pleasure building, his body tensing as he gets closer and closer to his release. He strokes faster, his hand a blur, his body arching off the bed as he comes, his cock pulsing as he spills his load onto his stomach.