In the quiet of the morning, Tommotho finds himself alone in the bathroom, his smooth, slim body yearning for release. He strips naked, his big cock already half-hard, and sits on the toilet lid. With a gentle touch, he begins to stroke his length, his eyes closed, lost in his own fantasy. The cool tile against his skin contrasts with the heat building in his groin, as he picks up the pace, his breath growing ragged.