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In the soft glow of dawn, an anonymous stud awakes with a throbbing stiffness. Unbound by inhibition, he reclines, spreading his legs wide. His hand, rough and eager, grasps his rigid cock, veins pulsing. He strokes slowly, savoring the sensation, building a rhythm that matches his racing heart. His other hand teases his balls, weighty and full. The room fills with the symphony of his pleasure, wet sounds of skin on skin, his ragged breaths. His pace quickens, body tensing, until he groans, a guttural, primal sound, and his cock pulses, unleashing a torrent of hot, white cum onto his stomach.