Hidden behind a column, he begins his private dance, his hand a blur as it works his stiff cock. The sounds of the city, the hum of life, only serve to heighten his senses. His breath hitches as he nears the edge, his grip tightening. With a final, guttural groan, he spills forth, his essence mingling with the rain-slicked pavement, a fleeting moment of carnal delight in the midst of the urban hustle.