As the sun creeps over the horizon, Royitaly's lens captures a young man stirring from his slumber. His morning wood tents the sheets, a rigid salute to the new day. Unashamed, he throws off the covers, revealing his throbbing cock. He grips it, feeling its heat, and begins to stroke, his hand gliding effortlessly along its length. His breathing deepens, his hips rise, and his grip tightens as he nears his release.