In the quiet of the night, he finds himself alone, his body yearning for release. He retreats to the bathroom, the cool tile under his feet a stark contrast to the heat building inside him. He undoes his pants, his cock springing free, already hard. He aims it at the tub, his piss splashing into the white porcelain, the sound echoing in the small room. He continues to stroke, his body writhing with the pleasure of his own touch and the forbidden act he's committing. His body tenses, his cock pulsing as he comes, his cum mingling with his piss in the tub.