In the dimly lit bathroom, a man stands alone, his pants pooled around his ankles. He looks down at his throbbing erection, a wicked grin playing on his lips. He's been holding it in all day, but now, in the privacy of his own home, he lets go. The stream arcs out, splashing onto the cold tile floor, creating intricate patterns. He watches, entranced, as the puddle grows, the scent of urine filling the air. He strokes himself, his breathing ragged, until he reaches his peak, adding his seed to the mess below.