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In the quiet of the morning, a barely legal twink awakens, his body already yearning for release. He runs his hands over his lithe frame, pausing at his hardening cock. He takes his time, his strokes slow and deliberate, his grip firm yet gentle. His breath deepens, his moans soft and rhythmic, a symphony of pleasure that's strangely soothing. His body tenses, and with a final stroke, he cums, his load coating his stomach, his body shaking with the force of his release.