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Groggy from sleep, but already hard, our nameless stud stretches, his morning wood tenting his boxers. He kicks off the covers, letting the cool air caress his heated skin. His hand wraps around his thick, veiny shaft, pumping slowly, feeling the ridges and veins. His strokes quicken, his breath hitches, and he's lost in his fantasy, his balls tightening, ready to explode. With a final, forceful tug, he comes, his hot cum painting his chest and abs.