Strumming an imaginary guitar, our suited protagonist strolls down a bustling city street, his other hand busy beneath his jacket, stroking his throbbing cock. He pauses at a crowded bus stop, fingers dancing over his length, ignoring the curious glances from passersby. As a bus pulls up, he quickly tugs his hand free, leaving a damp spot on his tailored pants, and boards, leaving a trail of confused arousal in his wake.