Portuguese Pee Show
In the cramped, dimly lit bathroom, a young man stands, his heart pounding in his chest. He's alone, but the walls feel like they're closing in, the air thick with anticipation. He unzips his jeans, his cock springing free, already hard. He's not here for a shower, not yet. He wraps his hand around his shaft, feeling the soft, velvety skin, the hard steel beneath. He's not gentle, not this time. He's rough, needy, his strokes fast and hard. His other hand is braced against the wall, knuckles white with the force of his grip. He's close, so close, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He can feel it, the pressure building, the pleasure coiling in his stomach. And then, with a final, hard stroke, he comes, his cock pulsing as it spills his load onto the cold, hard tiles of the shower floor.