The dimly lit, tiled room echoes with the sound of running water and the occasional grunt of relief. The man, hair cropped short and brown, stands at the urinal, his reflection in the mirror revealing a hint of nervousness in his eyes. He's average, in every sense of the word, but his cock twitches with excitement as he watches the men around him. He starts slow, his hand moving up and down his shaft, his eyes flicking from the other men to the mirror and back. His strokes grow faster, his grip tighter, until he's panting, his body tensing as he releases, the sloppy mess spilling onto his hand and the floor.