Boy's Mornin' Wood

In the soft glow of dawn, a boy's morning routine takes a delightful turn. His hand wanders to his groin, finding his cock already stiff with morning lust. He strokes it gently, eyes closed, lost in a fantasy. He's back in the park, the girl from school is laughing, her hair blowing in the wind. He imagines her touch, her breath on his neck, her giggles turning into moans. His strokes become more urgent, his grip tighter, his breaths coming in quick gasps. He's close, his body tensing, ready to explode in a morning's joyful release.

• boy
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