The bathroom, a sanctuary for his secret pleasures, echoes with the sound of his own heartbeat as he unzips, his massive cock springing free. He sighs in relief as he starts to piss, the warm liquid splashing into the toilet below. As the flow subsides, he doesn't bother to shake off, instead, he grasps his cock, feeling the slickness of his urine on his skin. He begins to stroke, his grip tight, his hand moving with purpose. The room fills with the scent of his arousal, the sound of his hand moving over his cock a symphony in his ears as he chases his climax.