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In the quiet of the morning, he begins, his hand wrapping around his stiff cock. He's meticulous, his touch firm yet tender, as he works from root to tip. His pre-cum glistens in the soft light, his breathing syncing with his strokes. He leans back, his eyes closed, lost in his fantasy. His strokes become frantic, his body tensing, and with a low growl, he comes, his cock pulsing as he paints his chest with his hot, white cum.