In the quiet of dawn, a lone figure stirs, his hand instinctively going to the stiff rod tenting his boxers. He pulls out his thick, pulsating cock, already glistening with pre-cum. He lubes it up, his hand moving in a steady rhythm, twisting and pumping. The scent of his arousal fills the air as he jerks off with urgency. His moans echo in the empty room, his body tensing as he nears climax. With a final thrust, he comes undone, his hot seed spilling out, coating his hand and cock in sticky, white ribbons.