As the sun creeps in through the window, our lonesome lad stirs from his slumber, his hand already instinctively reaching for his throbbing morning wood. He kicks off the covers, revealing his naked form, and begins to stroke his rigid cock with purpose. Pre-cum glistens at the tip as he picks up speed, his balls tightening with each passing second. The room fills with his grunts and the sound of skin slapping skin, until finally, he lets out a guttural moan, his body convulsing as ropes of hot cum shoot out, painting the carpet below in a sticky, white mess.