The first light of dawn finds him hard and ready, his cock straining against his boxers. He kicks them off, letting his stiff member spring free. His hand wraps around it, feeling the pulse of life within. He works himself steadily, his grip firm and rhythmic. The friction builds, his need growing urgent. His hips buck, his abs clench, and with a guttural moan, he comes, his seed spilling over his hand and onto his chest, a testament to his solo morning delight.