J, a dedicated sportsman, finds himself alone in the showers, the steam and the scent of soap filling the air. His body, a testament to years of rigorous training, is a playground for his wandering hands. He runs them over his abs, feeling each ridge, before reaching down to grasp his hard cock. It's a monster in his hand, pulsating with need. He pumps it slowly, his grip firm, his pace steady. The sound of his hand working his meat fills the room, a rhythm that echoes his racing heart. His breath hitches as he gets closer, his body tensing, ready to release.