Awakened by the sun, a young man, his body still warm from sleep, finds himself already hard. His hand, guided by instinct, wraps around his substantial morning wood. He strokes, his grip tight, his pace steady. His eyes fall closed, imagining unseen pleasures. His body tenses, his breath hitches, and with a low groan, he finds his release, his cock pulsing, his seed spilling over his hand and onto the sheets, a sticky, warm reminder of his solitary indulgence.