Xavs, eager for a quick, dirty fix, finds himself in the grimy, graffiti-laden public restroom. The scent of urine and bleach hangs heavy, but the potential for discovery only serves to fuel his desire. He locks the door behind him, his heart pounding in his chest. His cock strains against his jeans, and he deftly frees it, groaning at the relief. He pumps furiously, the sound of his hand slapping against his flesh echoing in the small space. He's close, so close, when suddenly, the door handle jiggles. Panic and ecstasy war within him as he quickly tucks himself away, leaving the stall just as the door swings open, his face flushed and breath ragged.