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As the first light of dawn pierces his bedroom, our hungover hero awakens to the familiar, throbbing morning greeting. His stiff cock tents the sheets, begging for attention. With a lazy, calloused hand, he grasps his length, stroking slowly, feeling the pulse of life beneath his skin. The room fills with the scent of pre-cum and the soft, rhythmic sounds of his pleasure, a secret symphony only he can hear.