The sun barely peeks through the curtain as Ciattalino's boy stirs, his body warm and his cock already stiff with morning desire. He kicks off his rumpled sheets, his hand instinctively wrapping around his hard, pulsing dick. He jerks off lazily, his mind filled with dirty dreams, his hips lifting off the bed with each upward stroke. His grip tightens, speeding up, his body coiling like a spring. A low groan escapes him as he comes undone, his hot, sticky release coating his hand and his stomach.