Adam Castle, the posterboy for wet dreams, steps into the steaming shower, his muscular frame glistening under the cascading water. His hand, slick with soap, traces the lines of his abs, pausing at the trail of dark hair leading down to his throbbing cock. He strokes it slowly, his eyes closed, lost in his own fantasies. The water beating down on him, he picks up the pace, his grip tightening. His breathing grows ragged, his body tensing as he approaches the edge, his moans echoing off the tiled walls.