In the dim, seedy lighting, a lone figure sits, his thighs spread wide, a condom already rolled onto his throbbing erection. He strokes himself, his hand a blur, his hips bucking off the chair. The room is thick with the scent of sweat and pre-cum, the air heavy with anticipation. As his orgasm approaches, he fucks his fist harder, his grunts echoing in the small room. With a final, guttural cry, he comes, his cock pulsing, filling the condom with rope after rope of hot, white cum.