In the quiet of his room, he awakes to a rigid, aching cock straining against his boxers. Gently, he pulls them down, his thick morning wood springing free, already glistening with a pearl of pre-cum. He wraps his fist around it, feeling the pulse of life within, as he begins to stroke. His mind races with naughty thoughts, his grip tightening, friction building. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his body tensing as he nears the edge. With a final, forceful stroke, he erupts, ropes of cum shooting onto his belly, a primal growl escaping his lips.