Fred, clad in a soft terrycloth robe, steps into the bathroom, the mirror fogging up with his breath. He watches himself in the reflection, his hand wandering down to his crotch, rubbing the growing bulge. The robe drops to the floor, revealing his hard, throbbing cock. He grips it tightly, pumping it in time with his racing heart, his other hand cupping his heavy balls, lost in the pleasure of his own touch.