In a locker room standoff, two rival jocks, both nameless and faceless, size each other up. One, in tight, faded jeans, smirks as he unzips, letting his cock out to piss into a nearby bucket. The other, in crisp denim, counters, pulling out his own throbbing member. The room fills with the sound of streaming urine, the scent of ammonia. As they finish, they lock eyes, tension building, before they both lunge, hands groping, cocks hardening.