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Awakening to the insistent throb in his loins, our anonymous hero kicks off the covers, his thick, morning erection standing at attention. He leans back against the pillows, his hand wrapping around his shaft, a low groan escaping his lips as he begins to stroke. His other hand trails down his rippled abs, cupping his balls, feeling their weight, their warmth. The room is silent save for the rhythmic sound of his hand moving along his length, the soft, wet sounds of his pre-cum lubricating his strokes. His breath hitches as he feels the familiar tingle at the base of his spine, his movements becoming more urgent, more desperate as he races towards his morning release.