As the sun peeks through the curtains, our hungover gay man stirs, his morning wood tenting the sheets. He dreamily strokes his hardening cock, the remnants of last night's alcohol-fueled dreams lingering in his mind. His hand trails down to cup his heavy balls, a low groan escaping his lips as he imagines the anonymous man from the bar. He slowly jerks himself, taking his time, savoring the sensation. His strokes become firmer, faster, as he pictures the stranger's mouth wrapped around his cock. His body tenses, and with a final, shuddering stroke, he comes, his hot cum spilling onto his hand and stomach.