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In the quiet of the morning, a young man begins his daily ritual. His cock, hard and ready, begs for attention. He runs a hand over his hairy balls, the coarse hairs tickling his palm. His grip tightens around his thick shaft, a low moan escaping his lips. He imagines the feel of another man's hands, the taste of his own cum on their lips. His strokes become faster, more urgent, his breath coming in short gasps. The room fills with the scent of sex, his groans echoing off the walls. Finally, with a guttural moan, he cums, his jizz coating his hand and stomach, a satisfied smile on his face.