The locker room is empty, but the echoes of the game still ring in his ears as he steps into the shower. His cock, already stiff from the game's adrenaline, demands attention. He wraps his hand around it, feeling the pulse, and begins to stroke. The smooth glide of his palm along his length, aided by the water, sends waves of pleasure through him. He imagines the slick feel of another's hand, another's body, and his strokes quicken, bringing him closer to release.