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Tired and bleary-eyed, our solo stud stumbles into his bedroom, already feeling the morning stiffness in his boxers. He flops onto the bed, the cool sheets doing little to ease his growing hunger. With a grunt, he frees his throbbing cock, giving it a tentative stroke. His breath hitches as the sensation jolts through him, and he begins to stroke in earnest, his hand gliding over the sensitive skin. The room fills with the sound of flesh on flesh as he races towards his morning release.