Michael Fly, a lone wolf in the night, finds solace in the steamy shower. Lathered in suds, he teases the camera with his toned body, the suds clinging to his skin like a second layer. His hand reaches down, stroking himself to full mast, the water cascading down his body, mimicking the sensation of a lover's touch. The room fills with the scent of soap and sex as Michael's pleasure builds, his body tensing, ready to release.