As the sun barely peeks through the curtains, Andrew stirs from his slumber, already throbbing with morning hunger. His hand instinctively finds its way to his already tenting boxers, stroking his rigid length through the fabric. He kicks off the covers, giving himself room to work as he pulls out his stiff cock, pre-cum beading at the tip. His hand glides up and down his shaft, twisting at the head, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his veins. His breathing quickens, his grip tightens, and with a final, desperate stroke, he spills his load, panting and satisfied.