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As the sun creeps over the horizon, our unnamed protagonist stirs, his morning wood tenting the sheets. He lazily strokes his firm shaft, the texture of his calloused hands contrasting with the smooth, velvet softness of his uncut cock. The room fills with the scent of musk and precum as he picks up the pace, his balls tightening. A low groan escapes his lips as he feels the familiar warmth of his release, painting his abdomen with his milky seed.