In the cramped shower stall, "Elpaje3" lathers up, the scent of soap filling the air. He takes his time, running the bar over his muscled chest, down his abs, and finally, to his throbbing cock. He grips it tightly, imagining another hand, another body. The water cascades down, washing away the suds, but not the lust. He turns, bracing himself against the cool tiles, and reaches back, fingers probing his ass, prepping it for the cock he wishes was there. His breathing grows ragged, his strokes faster, until with a low groan, he finds his release, the shower echoing with his pleasure.