As the sun peeks through the curtains, a lone figure stirs, his morning wood already tenting the sheets. He reaches down, wrapping a firm hand around his throbbing cock, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip. With steady strokes, he milks himself, the sound of his hand meeting flesh filling the quiet room. He leans back, his body tensing as he nears the edge, his breath coming in ragged gasps. With a final, forceful stroke, he spills his load, his body shuddering with release.