The steam from the shower swirls around him, a foggy barrier between him and the world outside. His hand moves with purpose, stroking his rigid length, the sound of wet skin against skin echoing in the small space. His other hand cups his balls, gently rolling them, a groan escaping his lips. The tension builds, his body tensing, his grip tightening. With a final, shuddering stroke, he comes undone, his release painting the shower wall in ropes of white.