The bathroom, a sanctuary of sorts, becomes a stage for this private performance. The mirror fogs up as he steps in, the steam from the hot water creating a haze. He takes his time, washing every inch of his body, his cock standing at attention. He grips it, his hand moving in a rhythm as old as time. His moans echo off the tiles, his body convulsing as he finds his peak, his release painting the wall of the shower, a testament to his solitary pleasure.