As the sun peeks through the curtains, a solo boy stirs in his bed, his morning wood tenting the sheet. He throws off the covers, revealing his hard, uncut cock. He starts to stroke, his grip firm and steady, his pre-cum lubricating his way. His breath hitches as he picks up the pace, his hand a blur on his rigid flesh. The room fills with his moans and the sound of his hand slapping against his cock. He's close, his body tensing, his balls tightening. With a final, hard stroke, he comes, his cum spilling out, coating his hand and stomach.