The bathroom, a sanctuary for his illicit desires, sees him again. This time, he's determined to last longer, to savor the sensation. He teases himself, running his fingers along the sensitive underside of his shaft, feeling it pulse and harden. His moans grow louder, more insistent, as his stroking becomes more urgent. He's close, so close, but he fights it, wanting to prolong this exquisite torture. Finally, with a cry, he surrenders, his body convulsing as he paints the wall with his hot, sticky cum.