Waking Up to the Call of Flesh

The first rays of dawn caress the young man's body, rousing him from sleep. He blinks awake, his hand already moving to the rigid pole straining against his briefs. He pushes the fabric down, freeing his hard, aching cock. It bobs heavily in his grasp as he begins to pump his fist along its length. His other hand wanders, cupping his balls, rolling them gently, as he increases his pace. The room fills with the sound of his wet, slapping strokes and his ragged moans. His body tenses, his abs clenching as he nears the edge. With a final, hard stroke, he comes, his cock pulsing as it releases thick, creamy ribbons onto his stomach and chest, marking his morning victory.

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• morning
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