Jesus, alone in the bathroom, strips naked and steps into the large, tiled shower. The water pounds against his skin, a symphony of sensation that stirs his loins. He wraps his fist around his throbbing cock, a bead of pre-cum already forming at the tip. His eyes flutter closed, lost in the rhythm of his strokes, the pressure building with each pass. His body trembles, and with a low growl, he releases, his hot, sticky seed painting the shower wall before washing away with the water.