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In the quiet of the morning, he rises, his cock already hard and aching. He takes it in his hand, marveling at its length, its girth. He begins to stroke, his hand moving up and down the shaft, his grip tight. He leans back, his eyes closed, lost in sensation. His strokes become faster, more urgent, his breath coming in short gasps. He can feel it building, the pressure in his balls, the tightening of his stomach. He groans, his body tensing as he comes, his cock pulsing in his hand, his cum splattering onto his stomach and chest.