In the dimly lit, tiled room, the black-haired, hairy-chested stud stands, his pants around his ankles, piss dripping from his semi-hard cock. He looks at his reflection, a mix of shame and arousal in his eyes. His hand moves to his dick, stroking it as he remembers the feel of his companion's touch. The smooth, cut twink had been so eager, so hungry for his piss-soaked cock. He groans, his hand moving faster, his body tensing as he spills his load, his come mixing with the puddle of piss at his feet.