The house is empty, and he takes advantage, stepping into the bathroom, the tiles cold under his feet. He turns on the shower, the room filling with a warm, inviting mist. He undresses, his cock already half-hard with anticipation. He steps in, the water pounding against his skin. He leans back, his hand wrapping around his length, the soap making his grip smooth and easy. He strokes, his hips moving, his breath coming in short gasps. He feels the pressure building, his grip tightening. With a low groan, he comes, his body shuddering as he watches his release swirl down the drain.