Waking up to the insistent throb of his morning wood, he finds himself torn between duty and desire. The room is filled with the scent of his arousal, a heady mix of sweat and pre-cum. He resists, trying to think of anything but the raging hard-on tenting his sheets. But the ache in his balls grows heavier, and soon, he can't resist the urge to wrap his hand around his thick, veiny cock.