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The sun barely peeks through the curtain as our young, hung stud stirs awake. His hand instinctively finds its way under the sheets, wrapping around his already hardening cock. He begins to stroke, his breath deepening as he falls into the rhythm of his morning ritual. The room fills with the soft sounds of his pleasure, the smell of his musk rising with each stroke.