The showerhead pounds like a heartbeat, setting the tempo for the solo dance of pleasure. Slippery with soap and water, he grips his throbbing cock, stroking it with urgency. His eyes flutter closed, lost in a fantasy world where hands and mouths are not his own. The water turns cold, but his body is ablaze, his orgasm tearing through him like a storm. He leans against the tile, gasping, as his cum swirls down the drain, a fleeting testament to his brief, intense pleasure.