In the dimly lit room, the young man, barely 24, begins his nightly ritual. He's alone, but the mirror reflects his every move. He's shirtless, his smooth chest glistening with a light sweat. His hand slides down, past the waistband of his joggers, to grip his hardening length. He's slow at first, teasing himself, his eyes locked on his own reflection. His breath hitches as he picks up the pace, his fist tight around his cock. His other hand tweaks his nipple, sending jolts of pleasure down to his groin. He's close, his hips bucking, his eyes squeezed shut. With a low groan, he comes, his release painting stripes on the mirror.