Andreas, the lone wolf, retreats to the sanctuary of the bathroom, his mind filled with thoughts of taboo pleasures. The steam from the shower swirls around him as he stands, his cock already hard and throbbing. He grabs it, his grip firm, and begins to stroke, the sensation of his hand on his flesh sending jolts of pleasure through him. His body tenses, his breath hitches, and with a low groan, he pisses, the warm stream arcing into the shower, mingling with the water, a perverse dance of fluids.