The water hisses down. His
hand rests against the hot stone of the wall. His head is hanging and droplets
of water falls from his hair, rolling down his nose. At first, he merely stands
there: naked and steady, his mouth slightly ajar, his eyes staring into
nothingness. But then his hand falls down between his legs and he starts
massaging his prick. He does it until he comes and in the moment it is good,
dirty, sexy. But when it’s over he stands there, in silence, and watches the
semen slither down the wall.
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