A lone man indulges in a languid shower, the warm water caressing his skin like a lover's touch. His cock twitches, responding to the heat and the suds that slick his body. He grips it, his strokes long and slow, building a rhythm that matches the pulse of the water. His mind wanders, filling with images of hands, mouths, and bodies that aren't his own. The steam thickens, the air heavy with the scent of soap and sex. He picks up the pace, his breath coming in gasps, until he can't hold back any longer. With a shudder, he comes, his seed mixing with the water at his feet.