As the first light of day breaks, Jack's body responds, his cock tenting the sheets. He kicks them off, his hand sliding down to grip his morning wood. The contrast of the cool air and his hot, throbbing length sends shivers through him. He strokes slowly, his thumb circling the sensitive head, spreading the bead of pre-cum. His imagination runs wild, picturing a tight ass, a wet pussy, a hungry mouth. His strokes become faster, more urgent, his grip tighter. His breath hitches, his body tenses, and with a final, quiet grunt, he comes, his cock pulsing, his seed spilling over his hand and onto his stomach.