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In the quiet of the morning, a lone twink awakens, his body already betraying him with a raging hard-on. He's inked from neck to waist, the designs flexing as he stretches. He wraps his hand around his massive, uncut cock, giving it a slow, teasing pull. His eyes flutter closed, lost in the sensation. His strokes become more urgent, his grip tighter, until he's fucking his fist, his hips lifting off the bed. A guttural moan escapes him as he comes, his cock pulsing as hot cum spills over his knuckles.