Hidden in a nearby stall, the eager gay man listens to the sound of his straight friend's piss hitting the urinal, the scent of fresh urine filling the air. He can't help but stroke his own cock, imagining the straight man's warmth, his strength, his pure, unknowing masculinity. As the straight friend finishes and leaves, the spy is left panting, his hand coated in his own cum, the taste of forbidden desire lingering on his lips.