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As the morning sun casts a golden glow, a lone man stretches, his gaze falling upon his throbbing morning wood. He strokes it gently, feeling the pulse of life beneath his fingertips. His mind wanders to last night's dreams, fueling his desire. He lies back, his hand working in rhythm, the sensation building. His breath hitches as he nears his peak, his body tensing, then releasing in waves of pleasure.