Casey Everett, concealed by the shower's foggy glass, feasts his eyes on Jack Andy's wet, naked form. Jack's hand, slick with soap, grips his hard cock, stroking languidly. The sight drives Casey wild; he tugs his own dick, the sound of his hand moving over his shaft echoing in the steamy room. Jack's breath hitches, sensing the unseen presence, his pace quickening. Casey's heart races, his grip tightens, and with a final, desperate stroke, he explodes, his cum splattering the glass, leaving a lewd, sticky message for Jack.