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Yawning, he stretches, his hand brushing against the tent forming in his boxers. Glancing at the clock, he realizes he's running late. No time for a shower, but there's always time for a quick release. He strokes his already hardening cock, the soft skin gliding over the sensitive head. The room fills with the sound of his hand moving faster, the scent of his pre-cum filling the air. He leans back, letting the pleasure consume him, his body tensing as he spills his load onto his stomach.