Morning Wood: Solitary Stretching
As the first light of dawn creeps into the room, our solo protagonist awakens with a stirring in his loins. The morning chill has no effect on his already engorged member, tenting the sheets like a small tent. He decides to start his day with a unique form of exercise, one that requires no equipment but his own hand and imagination. Slowly, he strokes his length, feeling the velvety skin glide over the steel underneath. His breathing deepens, matching the rhythm of his hand as he picks up speed, his imagination filling the room with a bevy of beauties, each vying for his attention. The room fills with the sound of his grunts and the slick sound of his hand meeting his cock, until finally, with a guttural moan, he finds his release, painting his chest with his morning offering.