The showerhead pours down, the water's pulsating rhythm driving him wild. He props himself against the cool tiles, his hand working his stiff cock in long, slow strokes. His mind races with fantasies, each one more explicit than the last. He's a voyeur, a participant, a conqueror. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his heart pounding in his chest. As he feels his orgasm building, he imagines a pair of unfamiliar hands joining his, pushing him over the edge. With a final, loud groan, he comes, his body convulsing as his semen mixes with the water at his feet.