Our boy's morning routine begins with a jolt, not from his coffee, but from the stiffening in his pants. He grins, pushing back the covers to reveal his aching cock. He's alone, but his imagination is vivid, filling his mind with taboo images that make his pulse race. He strokes himself, his breath hitching as he edges closer, his body tensing as he finally lets go, painting his chest with his warm, sticky release.