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As the first light of dawn streams in, our protagonist kicks off his blankets, his morning wood already tenting his boxers. He can't help but grin, his day already looking up. He lazily strokes his length, his mind wandering to pleasant fantasies. His grip is firm, his pace steady, as he brings himself to the brink. His breath hitches, his body tenses, and with a final, shuddering stroke, he finds his release, painting his chest with his morning offering to the sun.