Alone in his room, the young man wakes to find his morning wood throbbing with urgency. He kicks off the covers, revealing his stiff cock tenting his boxers. With a groan, he rubs his palm over the fabric, feeling the heat and hardness beneath. He pushes his boxers down, freeing his erection, and begins to stroke. His grip is firm, his rhythm steady, as he works himself towards release. The room fills with the sound of his hand moving over his slick cock, his breath coming in quick gasps. He feels the familiar tingle at the base of his spine, and with a grunt, he comes, rope after rope of cum spilling over his hand and landing on his stomach.