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Waking to a familiar ache, our hung-over stud rubs his eyes, then glances down at the tented blanket. His morning wood tents the sheets, a testament to his pent-up desires. He gives it a tentative stroke, his hand lingering on the thick, veined shaft. His breath hitches as he feels the silkiness, and he decides to give in to his urges. He lubes up, his hand working his cock with increasing fervor. His grunts fill the room, a symphony of carnal pleasure, until he lets out a guttural roar, his body convulsing as he shoots his load, his cum splattering across his abs and chest.