In the quiet of the early dawn, a lone figure emerges from the sheets, his erection tenting the thin fabric. He rolls onto his back, giving himself full access to his rigid cock. His hand, calloused from years of labor, grips his shaft firmly, tugging with purpose. His other hand cups his full, heavy sac, massaging gently. His breath comes in ragged gasps as he picks up speed, his body tensing as he reaches the precipice. With a final, powerful stroke, he unleashes his load, painting his chest and stomach with thick, milky streaks.