In the quiet of the morning, a dark, uncut cock throbs with desire. A strong, calloused hand wraps around it, pumping with purpose. The air is thick with the scent of musk and the sound of wet, slapping skin. The head of the cock, slick with pre-cum, catches the light, as the fist tightens, twisting and stroking, coaxing a hot, ropes of cum from the tip, painting the room with the morning's first climax.