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Awakening to an empty house, our hung stud stretches, his massive morning wood tenting his boxers. He pads to the living room, sunlight streaming through the windows, casting the room in a golden glow. Settling onto the couch, he frees his throbbing member, stroking it gently at first, then with increasing urgency. His eyes flutter closed, lost in the sensation, as he pumps his thick cock, the sound of his hand meeting flesh echoing in the silent room. His breath hitches, body tensing as he nears release, then he groans, hot cum spilling over his fist.