In the dim glow of his bedside lamp, he starts his day with a ritual. He kicks off his blankets, his cock already tenting his boxers. He pulls them off, tossing them aside. He spits into his hand, wrapping his fist around his length. He strokes slowly, his eyes closed, imagining her touch. His pace quickens, his breathing growing ragged. He can feel it building, the tension in his body coiling tight. With a low groan, he comes, his cum splashing onto his stomach. He wipes it off with a tissue, a satisfied smile on his face as he heads to the shower, ready to start his day.