Roused by the sun's rays, a hard morning wood tents the sheets. The man, still groggy, strokes his length, admiring its rigidity. He pads to the bathroom, the cool tile beneath his feet a stark contrast to the warmth of his bed. He stands over the toilet, aiming his stiff cock, and begins to relieve himself. The stream flows, and he continues to stroke, his hand working in rhythm with the steady drip.