Waking Wood: Gay Arousal

In the soft, dappled light of dawn, a man's eyes flutter open, his body already humming with desire. His cock stands at attention, a testament to his morning arousal. He runs a hand over his smooth chest, feeling the tightness of his nipples, the gentle curve of his muscles. His hand drifts lower, wrapping around his hardness, feeling the pulse of his blood. He begins to stroke, his body arching into his touch, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he chases his orgasm.

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