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In the quiet of the early morning, our solo adventurer stretches, his morning wood aching for release. He kicks off the covers, revealing his stiff cock straining against his boxers. With a smirk, he slides his hand inside, wrapping his fingers around his length. He teases himself, running his thumb over the sensitive head, feeling the pre-cum already beading at the tip. He pulls his cock out, letting it slap against his stomach as he starts to stroke. His grip is firm, his pace steady, his eyes closed in enjoyment. The room is filled with the sounds of his pleasure, the wet slap of skin on skin, his ragged breaths. His body tenses, his stomach clenching as he comes, his cock pulsing in his hand, his cum shooting out in long, satisfying ropes.