In the quiet of the dawn, he awakens, his Indian dick already at attention, twitching with desire. He takes his time, appreciating the morning glory, running his hands over the smooth, dark skin, tracing the veins that map their way down to his heavy balls. The room is filled with the musky scent of his arousal as he begins to stroke, slowly at first, then with increasing urgency. He imagines a lover's touch, his body responding to the phantom caress, his moans echoing in the empty room. The sunlight streams in, illuminating his body as he brings himself to a shuddering climax, his dick pulsing, his cum spilling out to mark the start of a new day.