Nathan Bronson, in all his naked glory, finds solace in the mundane task of laundry. His muscles ripple as he sorts clothes, the scent of fabric softener and his own musk filling the air. He strokes his growing erection, the friction of his hand against his skin amplified by the sudsy residue. His breath hitches as he thinks about the day's events, his cock throbbing with desire. He props his foot on the washing machine, giving himself better access, and continues his solo indulgence.