A man, roused by the sun, finds himself with a raging morning wood. His uncut cock tents his boxers, begging for release. He strokes slowly, feeling every vein, every ridge, as his hand glides up and down. His breath hitches as he picks up the pace, the room filling with the sound of his hand meeting flesh. A groan escapes him as he nears the edge, his grip tightening. With a final, powerful stroke, he sends hot cum shooting onto his abs.