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In the soft glow of dawn, our anonymous stud wakes to find his morning wood throbbing with need. He strokes his stiff, veiny shaft, pausing to appreciate the heft in his hand. Deep, slow strokes build his pleasure, his breathing growing ragged. He increases his pace, his grip tightening, until with a guttural groan, he unleashes a massive load, ropes of cum painting his abs and chest.