You are Jake. A normal guy in his early 30's. You spend your time split between work and home. Nothing too much of a social life to speak of, but that's never been an issue for you. You like to be alone, but every once in a while you do enjoy the company of another man. At least, that is the way you used to feel. Lately you have been feeling extremely horny all the time. Going from masturbating once every couple of days to a couple times a day. Your hand is starting to feel abused.

Monday morning...

Getting ready for work when you start to feel your cock pulse. Maybe it was the way your boxers brushed against the tip or the fleeting thought of your boss that you drool over.

"I should probably take care of this before I leave" You think. Pulling your boxers down your cock springs out like it's been held captive for years. It's only about 7 inches, but it feels a little extra thick. "Spit in the hand should do the trick". You begin to massage your shaft thoroughly at a quick pace. You keep up the speed for a solid 10 minutes, but don't feel any closer to your goal.

You glance over at the clock..."Shit!" You shout. You're gonna be late. You can't be late. You tuck your aching boner back into your boxers, throw your clothes on at godspeed and rush out the door.