Adam, bleary-eyed and hungover, finds himself alone in the house, his mind foggy from the previous night's festivities. As he wanders to the kitchen for a glass of water, he notices his reflection in the window, his small, toned body barely covered by his boxers. He's drawn to the sight of his morning wood straining against the fabric, and before he can stop himself, he's pushing his boxers down and wrapping his hand around his hard cock. He strokes himself slowly, enjoying the sensation of his smooth, shaved skin against his palm, his mind filling with memories of the night before. He picks up the pace, his breath coming in short gasps, until he's cumming all over the kitchen floor, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm.