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In the quiet of his bedroom, a young man stirs awake, his morning wood tenting the sheets. With a smirk, he throws the covers off, revealing his thick, uncut cock. He lazily strokes it, his eyes still heavy with sleep. His hand, slightly calloused from years of guitar playing, feels foreign yet familiar against his sensitive skin. He lets out a soft moan, his hips rising to meet his slow, steady rhythm.