The boy, oblivious to the eyes on him, begins his shower routine. He lathers up, his hands gliding over his toned body. As he reaches his cock, he pauses, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He knows he's being watched. He teases, stroking slowly, building a rhythm that matches the beat of the water pounding against the tiles. He leans against the wall, his body tensing as he nears his climax, his moans echoing in the small space before he finally comes, his body shuddering with the force of his release.