No, of course not

Of course no-one's home, you reassure yourself.

Your feet tense as they walk onto the cold tiles of your spacious bathroom. You turn the water on. The cold water jets out as you wait for it to heat up.

In the meantime you check yourself out in the large bathroom mirror. You let out a cheeky smile to yourself as you briefly run your fingers through your hair. Pausing for a moment you compare your current pose to that seen in men's underwear advertisements within those magazines of yours. Although somewhat disappointingly there is something they always forget to show, but then again they're advertising underwear, not the models.

Your eyes start to travel south and you gaze over your body - it's not long before you notice your the tanned and toned shape you've successfully maintained over the winter. Still travelling south your eyes fixate just above your nether region. You're an au-natural kind of guy. The thick black pubic curls that surround your member are something you're quietly proud of. Hidden within that jungle of sexiness lays a hibernating beast. Legends be told that only certain things can awaken the monster and when so, it can grow thrice its dormant size.

As you snap your gaze away you wipe the bathroom mirror clear again with your hand. The shower's warm enough to get into now. There's no shower door, you're father is an interior designer who embraces modern style designs and in any case this family is quite relaxed in their attitudes.

The steaming water streams over your rippled body. As the water cascades from over your shoulders you start to run the soap over your skin, lathering up.