In the confines of the bathroom, a young man seeks release from the pressures of the day. His hand, calloused from years of hard work, grips his rigid cock, moving with practiced ease. He imagines hands other than his own, lips that aren't his, as he picks up the pace, his grunts echoing off the hard surfaces. The bathroom, usually a place of cleansing, becomes a temple of carnal desire, his body tensing as he nears the edge, a guttural moan marking his surrender.