As the first light of day breaks, a lone figure in bed begins to stir, the early morning chill doing nothing to deter the growing warmth between the legs. A hand slips beneath the waistband of the boxers, finding the already hard cock waiting eagerly. The strokes are slow, deliberate, each one drawing out a soft moan as the pleasure builds. The room is filled with the sounds of wet, eager flesh meeting flesh, the occasional gasp escaping as the pleasure builds. The pace quickens, the breaths come in shorter, sharper bursts, and then, with a final, shuddering stroke, the release comes, the sheets stained with the evidence of the early morning jerk off session.