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Awake before the alarm, our hung stud stretches, his morning wood tenting the sheets. He kicks off the covers, his thick cock straining against his boxers. Rubbing the bulge, he moans softly, his other hand teasing his nipples. Slowly, he slides his hand inside, gripping his shaft. He strokes languidly, eyes closed, imagining a tight, wet mouth enveloping him. His pace quickens, his breathing ragged. With a final, firm pull, he groans, his cum spilling over his fingers.