As the first light of dawn filters into the room, our protagonist stirs, his hand instinctively going to his crotch. His cock, semi-hard and sticky with dried cum, twitches at his touch. He runs his fingers along the length, feeling the slight tackiness, a reminder of the steamy dreams that left him in this state. His strokes become more purposeful, his grip tighter, as he brings himself closer to release, the morning air cool against his heated skin.