The sound of running water echoes in the small room as he sits on the closed lid, his heart pounding with anticipation. His hand wraps around his shaft, moving in a steady rhythm. The tension builds, his grip tightening, his strokes becoming faster. The first spurt catches him by surprise, painting the white porcelain with his essence. He continues to milk himself, his body shuddering with each pulse, until he's left spent and satisfied.