The pounding bass from the after-club still thumps in his ears as he retreats to the grimy toilet, desperate for release. The strobe lights' shadows dance on the cold, hard tiles as he tugs at his throbbing cock. His hand moves frantically, the remembered grind of strangers on the dance floor fueling his desire. But just as he's on the brink, a group of partiers stumble in, their laughter and drunken chatter shattering his concentration. Left achingly hard and unsatisfied, he zips up and storms out, the night's frustration etched onto his face.