Awakening to the sensation of his cock throbbing against his thigh, Douglas finds himself in a state of desperate need. His morning routine is disrupted as he's greeted by the sight of his massive, hairless member, already glistening at the tip. The room is filled with the scent of his own arousal, a heady mix of sweat and pre-cum. He considers a cold shower, but the temptation of his own flesh is too great. He reaches for the bottle of lube on his bedside table, the cool liquid a stark contrast to the heat of his skin as he begins to pleasure himself, his mind racing with filthy thoughts.