The alarmclock's beep pierces the silence, rousing a hungover young man from his slumber. Rubbing his eyes, he notices the beastly tent in his boxers, already leaking pre-cum. He shucks off his pants, revealing his engorged, veiny cock. With a smirk, he spits onto his palm and begins a slow, steady rhythm, his eyes locked on the mirror. His cock grows even harder, the friction building, his strokes faster. He grunts, his abs clenching, and with a final, hard stroke, he blasts his load, thick streams of cum painting his chest and neck, a satisfied smile on his face as he catches his breath.