Saturday Morning Awakening

Sidharth Shukla lay sprawled on their king-sized bed, the exhaustion of a grueling week finally catching up to him. At 39, his 6'2" frame, honed by relentless gym sessions, filled the space with solid muscle—broad chest rising and falling steadily under his black shirt, unbuttoned at the top to reveal a hint of tanned skin. Black shorts hugged his hips loosely, no tight underwear constricting him at home, allowing his thick cock to rest heavy against his thigh even in repose. Saturday morning light filtered through the curtains after a simple breakfast, and he'd drifted into a light sleep, body craving the rest.