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As the sun peeks through the curtains, our BHM protagonist stirs, his morning wood tenting the sheets. He rolls over, his hand instinctively finding its way to his thick, uncut cock. He strokes it gently, feeling it harden and grow, the foreskin sliding back and forth. Pre-cum beads at the tip, lubricating his strokes as he picks up the pace. He lets out low grunts, his body tensing as he brings himself closer to the edge.