Under the cloak of darkness, a young man stands, his cock out, exposed to the cool night air. He strokes it slowly, almost casually, as if he's alone in his bedroom, not on the side of a busy road. Cars pass, their occupants slowing down, some pulling over, watching, some joining in, their windows steaming up with the shared lust. He doesn't rush, enjoying the show, the feeling of being watched, the taboo of it all. He's not just masturbating, he's performing, and his audience is growing.