In the privacy of the bathroom, he finds solace in the rhythmic motion of his hand. The showerhead pounds a steady beat, mirroring the pulse in his veins. His cock, a stiff, veiny pole, stands at attention, begging for release. He strokes it, firm and fast, his breath hitching as the pleasure builds. The water sluices down his body, washing away the remnants of the day, leaving only raw, primal need. He groans, his hand a blur as he chases his orgasm, the tension in his body coiling tighter and tighter, until finally, with a guttural cry, he finds his release.