In the dim light of dawn, a young man stretches, his hand naturally drifting to his crotch, feeling the stirring of his morning wood. He's alone in his room, the house still quiet. His boxers tented, he decides to indulge in a little self-love. Slipping his hand inside, he grips his thick, veiny shaft, stroking slowly, savoring the sensation. His other hand cups his heavy balls, rolling them gently. His breathing deepens, his strokes become more urgent as he approaches his climax.