Awakening to the familiar stirring between his legs, our lonesome lad begins his morning routine. The room is dim, the air cool, yet his body burns with desire. His hand finds its way to his stiffening cock, stroking it slowly, relishing the sensation. Pre-cum glistens at the tip as he picks up the pace, his breath hitching, muscles tensing. His other hand squeezes his balls, imagining a wet, warm mouth around him. The fantasy drives him closer to the edge, his hips bucking, until with a final, desperate thrust, he spills his load, grunting in satisfaction.