The clock reads 6 AM, and our hung-over hero stirs, his morning wood tenting the sheets. His hand instinctively reaches down, wrapping around his rigid, uncut dick, feeling the shaved skin. He begins to stroke, slow at first, then building speed, his balls tightening. The room fills with the sound of his hand meeting flesh, and his moans grow louder. His body tenses, and with a final grunt, he cums, ropes of semen shooting onto his stomach.