The young man, alone in the locker room, can't help but let his eyes wander to the steamy showers. His heart races as he imagines the slick, soapy bodies of his teammates, their hard muscles glistening under the water. He slips into an empty shower stall, his cock already hard and aching. He lathers up, his hands lingering on his cock, stroking it slowly. The sound of the water pounding on the tiles masks the noises he's making, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He leans against the cool tile, his hand working his cock faster, his body tensing as he nears his release. He bites his lip to keep from crying out as he comes, his cum mixing with the water swirling down the drain.