As the sun crests the horizon, our hung gay man stirs in his bed, his morning wood tenting the sheets. He stretches languidly, his hand drifting down to grip his already throbbing cock. With a groan, he begins to stroke, the slick pre-cum coating his palm, enhancing the sensation. His eyes flutter closed as he imagines the night before, his tryst with a stranger in a dimly lit alley. His strokes quicken, his breathing grows ragged, and with a final, shuddering grip, he milks his load onto his stomach.