The sun streams in through the window, casting a warm glow over the tiled floor as Juanito, still groggy from sleep, makes his way to the bathroom. His morning wood tents his boxers, and he can't help but give it a gentle squeeze. He sits on the cold toilet seat, his piss splashing into the water below, the sound echoing in the small room. As he finishes, he looks down at his still-hard cock, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. He leans back, spreading his legs, and begins to stroke, his hand moving steadily up and down the length, his breath hitching as he pictures a familiar face on their knees before him.