As the sun peeks through the curtains, our young man stirs, his morning wood aching for release. He rubs his eyes, yawns, and glances down at the tent in his shorts. With a mischievous grin, he pulls out his stiff cock, running his hand up and down the length. He strokes slowly at first, still half-asleep, but as the pleasure builds, his grip tightens, and his pace quickens. His breath hitches as he nears the edge, his body tensing as he spills his load onto his stomach, a satisfied groan escaping his lips.