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A muscular jock, still in the haze of sleep, notices his morning wood straining against his boxers. He kicks off his sheets, the cool morning air brushing against his skin, and tugs at his waistband, freeing his stiff cock. He runs his hand up and down his length, feeling the heat and pulsating need. His breathing deepens, and he begins to talk dirty to himself, his voice husky with desire, as he picks up the pace, his hand a blur on his cock.