The room is filled with the sound of running water and the scent of soap. A man, alone with his thoughts, stands under the showerhead, his body glistening with water. His hands, slick with soap, wrap around his cock, his grip firm yet gentle. He strokes himself, his rhythm steady, his eyes closed in concentration. The heat of the water and the friction of his hands send waves of pleasure through him. He imagines hands other than his own, voices whispering in his ear, his fantasy fueling his desire. His strokes quicken, his breath hitching as he nears his climax. With a final, shuddering gasp, he comes, his cock pulsing in his hand, his body finally clean and sated.