In the quiet of the pre-dawn hours, a young man's desires awaken. He slips out of bed, padding silently to the bathroom. He's alone in the house, and the solitude emboldens him. He strips, his body still warm from sleep, and climbs into the shower. The water sluices over his skin, but it's not enough to soothe the ache in his groin. He turns off the water, stepping out to grab the lube from the cabinet. He strokes himself, his cock throbbing in his hand, his mind filled with fantasies. He returns to the shower, leaning against the cool tiles, his hand flying over his cock. His body arches as he comes, his cries echoing in the empty bathroom, his cum swirling down the drain.