As the sun peeks in through the curtains, a young man stirs, his morning wood tenting the sheets. He stretches, his hand naturally finding its way to his stiff cock. He strokes slowly, savoring the soft, velvety texture, the sensation of his foreskin gliding over the sensitive head. His breath deepens as he picks up the pace, his hips moving in rhythm with his hand. The room fills with the sound of his pleasure, his warm fluids coating his hand as he brings himself to a shuddering climax.