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As the first light of dawn filters through the window, a young man stirs, his hand already wandering beneath the sheets. His morning wood tents the covers, aching for release. He strokes his thick, veiny cock, the sensation of his calloused palm contrasting with the soft sheets. His breath quickens, his abs tense, as he brings himself closer to the edge. A few more firm strokes, and ropes of hot cum spurt onto his stomach, a morning offering to the day ahead.