In the confines of his bathroom, a lone man, his body glistening with sweat, stands before the mirror. His hand slowly descends to his crotch, grasping his semi-erect cock. He begins to stroke, his eyes locked onto his reflection. The room fills with the sound of his steady, rhythmic breathing, punctuated only by the occasional drip of water from the faucet. His strokes quicken, his grip tightening as he nears his release. With a final, shuddering groan, he spills his load onto the floor, his chest heaving as he catches his breath.