The shower's warmth and solitude drive our lonely masturbator wild. He lathers up, his soapy hands gliding over his rippling muscles, his cock standing stiff and ready. He jerks off feverishly, his breath coming in ragged pants, his body tensing as he chases his climax. The sound of his hand slapping against his wet cock fills the small space, his moans echoing as he nears the edge. Finally, with a guttural groan, he comes undone, his cum mixing with the shower water, washing down the drain.