In the early hours, a lone figure stands, his body tense with desire. His hand grips his throbbing cock, the other pressed against the wall for support. He's been awake for hours, his mind filled with lurid thoughts, his body aching for release. With a grunt, he begins to piss, the warm stream arc-ing out, splashing onto the cold floor. But his need is greater, and he continues to stroke, his pace quickening. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his body tensing as he nears the edge. With a final, desperate groan, he cum-s, his seed mixing with his piss, the combined fluids creating a steaming puddle on the floor.