In the dim light, he stands alone, his reflection in the mirror his only companion. His hands roam, caressing the planes of his chest, his stomach, before migrating south, cupping his balls, stroking his rigid cock. His hips move in rhythm, his body undulating like a wave, as he chases the high, his moans echoing in the empty room. His orgasm is explosive, his seed spilling over, marking his body as a testament to his uninhibited pleasure.