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Awakened by his throbbing morning wood, he strokes his massive, veiny cock, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. The room fills with the sound of his hand slapping against his flesh, his breath hitching with each stroke. He knows what he craves, and it's not just release. He stands, straddling the toilet, and aims his cock, letting the first stream of golden nectar arc through the air. The sensation sends shivers down his spine, and he continues to piss, his other hand working his shaft, drawing out his pleasure.