Grant Fisher strokes himself

Grant Fisher leans against the towel, his muscular arms flexed as he strokes himself with deliberate precision, the sun glinting off his clean-shaven jaw and the inked designs trailing down his chest. A coconut rests beside him, half-clutched in his hand, while the blue-patterned towel beneath him stays taut against his taut body. The pool hums in the background, but his focus is entirely on the slow, deliberate rhythm of his own hand.