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In the soft glow of dawn, I tiptoe into my boy's bedroom, my heart pounding with anticipation. His lean, muscular form lies stretched out, utterly vulnerable in sleep. I can't resist the allure of his rigid morning wood tenting the sheets. I trace the outline with a tentative finger, then lean down to press a soft kiss to his tip. His hips jerk in response, and I feel him stirring awake. His eyes flutter open, meeting mine with a mix of surprise and lust as I take him fully into my mouth, savoring his salty taste.