He stands before the mirror, his reflection gazing back at him with hungry eyes. His hand, rough and calloused, wraps around his thick, veiny cock, starting a slow, steady rhythm. He watches, entranced, as his foreskin slides up and down, revealing the glistening tip. His other hand reaches down, cupping his balls, feeling their weight, their fullness. He picks up the pace, his breath coming in short gasps, his body tensing as he nears his peak. With a final stroke, he comes undone, his cock pulsing, his seed spilling out, painting the mirror with his desire.