The bathroom is his sanctuary, his private playground. He stands before the mirror, his reflection staring back, hungry and wanton. His hand wraps around his thick, veiny cock, jerking it roughly, his grip tight. He leans over, turning on the tap, letting the water run. He watches as it swirls down the drain, his mind filling with images of other men, their bodies pressed against his, their cocks sliding into him. He groans, his strokes becoming more urgent, his grip tighter. He feels the familiar tingle, the build-up in his balls. He leans over, letting the water pour over his cock, mixing with his cum as he comes undone, his body shuddering with pleasure.