The room is filled with the sound of water running, the air thick with humidity. A man, his body glistening with sweat, stands under the harsh fluorescent light, his cock in his hand. He pisses, the stream hitting the cold tile floor, the sound echoing in the empty room. He strokes his cock, his eyes closed, his mouth open in a silent moan. The room is filled with the scent of his piss, the sound of his pleasure, his body tensing as he comes, his cum mixing with the puddle at his feet.