Soap suds drip down his chiseled abs as he grips his engorged cock, the slippery lather allowing his hand to glide effortlessly up and down his length. His other hand explores his body, pinching and twisting his nipples, tracing the lines of his six-pack. The steam fills the room, fogging up the glass as he picks up the pace, his hand a blur as he chases his climax. With a final, shuddering groan, he spills his load, the white semen contrasting against the dark tiles, washed away by the cascading water.