The bathroom mirror reflects a young man, barely legal, his body tense with need. He's been fighting it, but the urge to touch himself is irresistible. His hand wraps around his stiff cock, feeling every ridge, every pulse. He imagines hands other than his own, lips, a wet, warm mouth. His strokes become faster, more insistent, his breath coming in ragged gasps. With a low groan, he comes undone, his body convulsing as he paints the mirror with his hot, sticky cum.