As the first light of dawn pierces through the curtains, our unidentified protagonist stirs, his morning wood already tenting the sheets. With a groggy sigh, he throws off the blankets, his hand instinctively reaching for his stiff cock. He strokes it languidly, feeling the velvety smoothness of the skin stretched taut over the throbbing hardness. Pre-cum beads at the tip, glistening in the soft morning light as he picks up the pace, the sound of his hand moving up and down his shaft filling the quiet room.