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The bathroom is filled with the sound of running water and the scent of soap. A man stands under the spray, his body slick and glistening. He's alone, but his imagination is vivid. He closes his eyes, picturing a lover, their hands on his body, their mouth on his cock. With a low moan, he takes himself in hand, his strokes slow and steady, mimicking the rhythm of a partner. The water pounds against his back, echoing the pounding of his heart. His breath comes in short gasps, his body tensing as he nears the edge. With a final, shuddering groan, he comes, his cum swirling down the drain, lost in the rush of water.