Cramped in the small bathroom, he finds solace in the familiar, his hand wrapping around his massive, torturous cock. The overhead light casts harsh shadows, highlighting every vein and ridge. He strokes slowly, his mind drifting to forbidden places. His cock twitches, eager for more, and he increases his pace. The sound of his hand meeting flesh echoes in the tiny room, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The tension builds, his body coiling like a spring ready to release. With a final, desperate stroke, he spills his load, painting the wall with his hot, white seed.