Muscular, tattooed men, anonymous in their urinal stalls, stroke their rigid cocks in broad daylight. The rustle of clothing, the slap of flesh on flesh, and the scent of sweat and precum fill the air. Their heavy balls tighten as they pump harder, eyes locked on the action in neighboring stalls. With a grunt, the first man releases, his load splattering into the trough below. Others follow suit, their groans echoing in the tiled room.