With no audience but the mirror, our amateur protagonist bares himself, his cock already stirring with anticipation. He starts slow, a gentle caress, his fingers tracing the veins that pulse with life. His strokes quicken, his grip tightening as he imagines unseen hands guiding his. His breath hitches, his body arching as he nears the edge. With a final, desperate stroke, he comes, his cock pulsing as he paints his stomach with his hot, white seed.