In the privacy of his bathroom, a man, hungry for touches, begins his solo dance. He strips, revealing his toned body, and pours baby oil over himself. His hands glide, teasing his skin, tracing lines down his chest, pausing to tweak his nipples. He takes his time, exploring every inch, igniting every nerve ending. The oil makes his cock glisten, throbbing with anticipation. He wraps a slick hand around it, pumping slowly, reveling in the sensation. His other hand cups his balls, gently rolling them, sending jolts of pleasure up his spine. The showerhead rains down, washing away the evidence of his desire, but not the memory of his intimate, oiled encounter.