The house is quiet, his wife and kids still asleep. He slips into the bathroom, his cock already hard, tenting his pajama pants. He locks the door, turning on the shower to hide any noise. He strips quickly, his eyes locked on his reflection in the mirror. He takes his cock in his hand, his grip firm, his strokes steady. He leans back against the cool tile, his eyes closed, imagining a lover's touch. His cock throbs, his body tense as he approaches climax. With a soft grunt, he comes, his cum mixing with the water at his feet, his body relaxing as the tension leaves him. He cleans up quickly, his secret safe, his body sated.