Is he watching? The mystery of his gaze fuels the solo show. The shower curtain parts, revealing a hairless, muscular body, a thick, uncut cock dangling heavy and long. He strokes, the water cascading down his tanned skin, beads of water catching in his trimmed pubes. His hand works the shaft, veins bulging, as he leans back, eyes closed, lost in his own world. The water pounds against his chest, the sound echoing in the small room, drowning out the sound of his ragged breath. His hand speeds up, his body tenses, and with a guttural groan, he comes, his cum swirling down the drain.