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In the quiet of the morning, his body betrays his slumber. His cock, a throbbing beast, aches for release. He stirs, his hand instinctively finding its way to his crotch. The soft fabric of his shorts does little to hide his hard-on. As he strokes, his cock grows harder, the veins prominent, the head straining against his foreskin. His moans fill the room, a symphony of desire, as he works himself closer to the edge.