In the steamy, echoing bathroom, a lone twink, his brown hair slicked back, stands under the showerhead, his body trim and toned. He's alone, but he's not lonely. His hand, soap-slick, grips his average-sized, neatly trimmed cock, and he begins to stroke. The water beats down on him, but his focus is inward, his eyes closed, his mouth slightly open. He's lost in his own world, his own pleasure. His body tenses, his strokes become more urgent, and with a final, shuddering breath, he comes, his semen mixing with the soap suds and swirling down the drain. It's a private moment, a solo performance, and we're the lucky audience.