As the sun peeks through the curtains, our protagonist stirs, his morning wood tenting the sheets. He stretches, the sensation of his hard cock rubbing against the fabric sending shivers down his spine. He begins to stroke himself, the pre-cum making his hand glide effortlessly. His mind wanders to a recent encounter, the touch, the taste, the scent, all vivid in his memory. He picks up the pace, his breath hitching, his body tensing, until he finds his release, hot and sticky, painting his chest.