The bathroom, a sanctuary of sorts, provides an escape from the world outside. A young man, lost in his thoughts, finds himself in the shower, the water running over his body, washing away the day's stress. But as the water touches him, it stirs something more, a hunger that can only be satisfied by his own touch. He wraps his hand around his hardening cock, his breath coming in short gasps as he begins to stroke. The sound of the water masks his moans, his body tensing as he nears his peak. He bites his lip, his grip tightening, as he finds his release, his body shuddering with the force of it, the water washing away the evidence of his private indulgence.