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In the quietude of the morning, he takes center stage. The room, his theatre, the audience, himself. His body, the prop, his hands, the director. He starts slow, a tease, a build-up, his fingers tracing the length of his hardening cock. He knows every curve, every ridge, every spot that makes his breath catch. His strokes grow bolder, more confident, his grip tighter. His body arches, his breath comes in ragged gasps, his hips bucking as he nears the edge. The room fills with the sound of his pleasure, a crescendo of sensation, as he finds his release, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm.