As the sun streams in through his window, a young man stirs, his morning wood tenting the sheets. He reaches down, wrapping his hand around his thick, veiny cock, already leaking pre-cum. He strokes slowly, relishing the friction, his other hand cupping his heavy balls. His breath hitches as he picks up the pace, his hips bucking, fucking his fist. His groans fill the room as he brings himself to the edge, his abs clenching. With a final, desperate pump, he spills his load, his cum coating his hand and stomach, a testament to his morning ritual.