With no roof but the night sky, a homeless man surrender to his carnal needs. His tattered clothes do little to hide the outline of his hard-on as he begins to rub himself, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through his body. The scent of urine and rotting trash fills the air, a stark contrast to the sweet fantasies playing in his mind. His breath hitches as he nears his peak, then with a final groan, he paints the grimy alley with his pent-up load.