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As the sun begins to rise, a lone man stretches, his morning wood tenting his boxers. He knows he's home alone, his roommate out for the weekend. He can't help but let his hand wander, stroking his thick, veiny cock through the fabric. He imagines the feel of another hand, but for now, his own will do. He pulls down his boxers, revealing his massive, throbbing member. He begins to stroke, his grip tight, his rhythm steady. His eyes close, his breath quickens, and he lets out a low moan as he brings himself to a shuddering orgasm.