In the quiet of the early morning, a young man's hand wanders down to his crotch, finding his cock already at half-mast. He's naked, the cool air of the room contrasting with the warmth of his body. His fingers wrap around his shaft, and he begins to stroke, slowly at first, then with increasing urgency. His mind fills with fantasies of rough, anonymous encounters, his breath hitching as he pictures himself being used, being filled. He can feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening, and with a low groan, he comes, his cum spilling out, coating his hand and his stomach.