In the quiet of the morning, a man, naked and alone, finds himself aroused. His cock, hard and throbbing, demands attention. He wraps his hand around it, feeling the pulse of life. He starts to stroke, slowly at first, then faster, his imagination filling in the gaps of his solitude. He imagines a lover's touch, their hands, their mouth, their body. His strokes become urgent, his breath coming in short gasps. The sound of his hand meeting his flesh fills the room, the wet sound of pre-cum lubricating his strokes. His balls tighten, and with a final, hard stroke, he comes, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm.