Discreetly, two strangers enter the men's room, each seeking solace in the familiar rhythm of their own hands. The first, a burly, tattooed man, unzips and strokes his generous member. The second, a lanky, nervous type, keeps one eye on the door as he tentatively touches himself. A sudden knock at the stall door reveals a gloryhole, and the tattooed man eagerly takes the invitation. He slides his thick, veiny cock through the hole, a primal grunt escaping his lips as an unseen mouth envelops him. The lanky man, now more confident, follows suit, his smaller but equally eager cock seeking friction. Back and forth they go, anonymous, bound only by the physical act and the thin barrier of wood.