In the dimly lit bathroom, the man, known only as Gulpingpiss, stands naked before the mirror. His eyes, reflecting the hunger within, gaze at his own body as he strokes his hardening cock. He urinates, the stream arching into the basin, the golden liquid glinting under the harsh light. He watches, entranced, as it flows, then leans in, his tongue lapping at the remnants, tasting his own musk. He drinks, gulping down his own piss, his cock hardening at the taboo act.