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Subham sat on the edge of his bed, his eyes glued to the screen of his phone. The dim light of his room cast shadows across his youthful face, highlighting the hint of stubble that had begun to appear on his chin. At 18, he was still navigating the tumultuous waters of adolescence, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts and desires that often kept him up into the early hours of the morning. His heart raced as he scrolled through images that sent shivers down his spine, a secret thrill that he hadn't yet dared to share with anyone.

This particular morning, his body had other plans. The thin fabric of his boxers stretched taut against his growing erection, a persistent reminder of his burgeoning sexuality. He swiped through his phone with one hand, the other absently tracing the outline of his cock, feeling the heat and pressure build within him. He knew it was wrong, but the ache was too much to ignore.

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