Stranded in a seedy motel, a horny man seeks solace in the grimy men's room. He locks the door, his breath heavy with anticipation. The cold tile and flickering fluorescent light do nothing to dampen his desire. He unzips, his thick cock already hard in his hand. He strokes, the sound of his palm meeting flesh echoing in the empty room. His gaze flicks to the urinal, a perverse thought crossing his mind. He leans over, his free hand bracing against the cold porcelain as he pumps faster. His body tenses, his cock pulsing as he paints the urinal with his hot cum.