As the sun peeks through the curtains, a young man stirs, his hand already wandering beneath the sheets. He's alone, free to indulge in his morning ritual. His cock, semi-hard and eager, responds to his touch. He strokes it gently, feeling it grow in his palm. His other hand reaches down, cupping his balls, rolling them softly. His eyes closed, he imagines the touch of another, the feel of a warm mouth enveloping him. His breathing deepens, his strokes become more urgent. His body tenses, and with a low moan, he comes, his cum spilling over his hand.