In the soft, ethereal light of dawn, a young man stretches languidly, his morning wood tenting the sheets. He strokes his uncut cock, the foreskin sliding smoothly over the sensitive head, a bead of pre-cum forming at the tip. His hand moves faster, his breath hitching as he imagines a lover's touch. The room fills with the sound of his hand slapping against his flesh, the wet noises of his arousal. His body tenses, his abs contracting as he nears the edge. With a final, guttural groan, he comes, his cock pulsing as thick ropes of cum paint his stomach and chest.