Unable to resist his urges, Whitestoner retreats to the toilet for a discreet wank. The cramped quarters intensify his desire, the scent of his own sweat and the sound of his ragged breath driving him on. His cock aches as he strokes it, his grip tight, his rhythm steady. With a final grunt, he cums, the force of his release sending streams of jizz splattering onto the cold, hard surface of the toilet.