Alone in his apartment, Nolan indulges in his taboo desires. His large, uncut cock stands at attention, begging for release. He runs his hands over his brown hair, tugging at the short strands, before moving to his chest, tweaking his nipples. His tattoos seem to dance under his touch as he works his way down to his cock, wrapping his hand around the thick shaft. He strokes slowly, building a rhythm, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. But Nolan craves more. He leaves the room, returning with a glass. He pisses into it, the sound of his stream filling the room. He brings it to his lips, swallowing his own urine, a twisted pleasure in his eyes. He pours the rest over his cock, fucking his hand, his body tense with the thrill of his forbidden act.