Blinds drawn, the sun casting a warm glow, a young man stirs from his slumber, his morning wood tenting his sheets. He reaches down, palming his hard cock through the fabric, a groan escaping him. Slipping his hand inside, he grips his thick, veiny shaft, stroking it slowly, his pre-come wetting his palm. His breath hitches as he picks up the pace, his hips moving in rhythm, fucking his fist. His body tenses, his cock pulsating as he spills his load, his chest heaving with satisfaction.