The allure of the shower, its warmth and dampness, draws him in. Bare, he steps under the spray, letting the water wash over him. His hand finds its way to his hardening length, his grip tight and steady. He imagines hands other than his own, bodies pressed against him, moans echoing off the tiles. His strokes become urgent, his breaths ragged, as he chases his release, the water mixing with his sweat and pre-cum.