Alone in his room, the sun casting a warm glow, a young man awakens to the stirring in his pants. His morning wood tents the sheets, begging for release. He obliges, stroking his length, feeling the familiar rhythm. His breath hitches as he imagines tight, wet heat enveloping him. The room fills with the sound of his hand working his shaft, the slick sound of pre-cum lubricating his strokes. His balls tighten, and with a grunt, he spills his load, coating his stomach with warm, creamy ropes of cum.