Awakening with an insatiable hunger, our unassuming protagonist stirs in their sheets, a raging morning wood tenting the covers. With a groan, they slip a hand beneath the elastic of their boxers, wrapping long fingers around their throbbing erection. The room is filled with the soft, rhythmic sounds of their stroking, their breath hitching as they chase their morning release. Their other hand wanders, cupping their heavy balls, rolling them gently in their palm. The room is thick with the scent of pre-come and sweat, their body yearning for the sweet oblivion of orgasm.