Under the cascade of water, a man stands, his body glistening with soap suds. He takes his rigid cock in hand, stroking it slowly, appreciatively. His other hand cups his balls, rolling them gently. His eyes flutter closed, lost in the sensation. The sound of water fills the room, drowning out his soft groans. His strokes become faster, more urgent, his breath coming in short gasps. His body stiffens, his hand moving furiously as he nears the peak. With a final, shuddering groan, he comes, his cum washing away down the drain, leaving him spent and satisfied.