The lone caddy, hidden among the lush greens, succumbs to a private moment of pleasure. His calloused hands, used to gripping clubs, now stroke his rigid length. The cool morning breeze against his bare skin contrasts with the warmth building in his loins. He imagines the soft lips of the golfers' wives as he pumps his cock, the sun rising to watch him masterbate on the dew-kissed grass.