Waking up from a day-long slumber, Aaron Clay stretches languidly, his body yearning for release. He strokes his morning wood, the sensation of his rough hands against his smooth skin sending jolts of pleasure. He closes his eyes, his imagination running wild with fantasies of anonymous encounters and exotic locales. His breathing grows heavier, his grip tighter, as he edges closer to climax. With a final, desperate stroke, he comes undone, his body convulsing as he paints his chest with his warm, sticky seed.