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The sun streams in, awakening his urge. He stretches, his muscles rippling, and feels the familiar stir in his pants. He kicks off his jeans, his thick, uncut cock already half-hard. He spits on his hand, gripping his shaft firmly. He strokes slowly, feeling every vein, every ridge. His other hand cups his heavy balls, rolling them gently. His breath deepens, his strokes quicken. He's close, his muscles tensing, his cock pulsing. With a low groan, he comes, his seed spilling out, coating his hand and abs.