Stivenjim, a man of few words, retreats to his sanctuary, the bathroom, after a long day. The steam from the shower billows around him as he grips his stiff cock, the warm water cascading down his body. His strokes are steady, firm, his grip tight. He imagines a pair of hands, softer, more delicate, joining his own. His breath hitches, his heart races as he pictures a mouth wrapping around his cock, taking him deep. With a final, powerful stroke, he comes undone, his load mixing with the water swirling down the drain.