Morning Wood Ritual
In the quiet of the morning, a lone figure steps into the bathroom, closing the door softly behind him. The room is still cool, the air heavy with the scent of last night's rain. He leans against the sink, his eyes meeting his reflection in the mirror. His hand reaches down, fingers wrapping around his semi-erect cock, giving it a gentle squeeze. He's alone, but the act feels intimate, private. His strokes are slow, deliberate, his breath hitching as his cock grows harder in his hand. The water in the shower begins to steam up the mirror, obscuring his reflection, but he doesn't stop. His strokes become faster, his grip tighter, his breath coming in short gasps. He's close, so close, and then with a final stroke, he comes, his cum splattering onto the tile floor, his body shuddering with release.