The bathroom door clicks shut, and the room fills with the soft sound of running water. A hand reaches down, pulling out a throbbing cock from beneath the waistband of faded jeans. The stranger leans back against the cool tile, his other hand braced against the wall as he begins to stroke. His rhythm is steady, his grip firm, as he imagines the touch of a lover. The room grows warmer, the steam from the shower fogging up the mirror, reflecting his intense gaze. With a final, desperate stroke, he finds his release, his body tensing as he paints the wall with his essence.