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As the summer shower subsides, a lone man stands in his bathroom, droplets clinging to his toned body. He towels off, but the cool air and the scent of rain awaken a different hunger. His cock stirs as he catches his reflection, the towel barely concealing his hardening length. He drops the towel, letting it pool at his feet, and takes himself in hand. His strokes are slow, deliberate, as he imagines the rain pounding against his skin, the cool water contrasting with the heat building in his core. His breath hitches, his grip tightens, and with a low groan, he finds his release, painting the tile with his essence.