In the soft, golden light of dawn, Alexxroch's lens zooms in on the subtle bulge in the man's boxers, growing with each passing moment. The man, half-awake, rubs his morning wood through the thin fabric, his eyes fluttering closed in pleasure. He hooks his fingers into the waistband, pulling it down to reveal his stiff, veined cock, already glistening with pre-cum. He wraps his hand around it, his strokes slow and deliberate, his moans low and guttural.