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As the sun peeks through his window, our hungover hunk stretches, his morning wood tenting the sheets. He rolls over, his hand instinctively going to his throbbing cock. Slowly, he strokes, his moans filling the empty room. His pre-cum begins to drip, and he picks up the pace, the sound of skin on skin echoing. His body tenses, and with a final grunt, he explodes, ropes of cum painting his abs.