In the quiet of the morning, 'Phish' rises, his cock already at attention. He wraps his hand around his thick shaft, the tip glistening with excitement. He strokes slowly, savoring the sensation, his breath hitching as he picks up the pace. His body tenses, and with a final, deep thrust of his hips, he comes, his load coating his stomach, his chest heaving with exertion. He collapses back, a smile playing on his lips, sated for now.