Under the soft, ambient glow of the emergency exit sign, Max Dotado's body glistens with a sheen of sweat. He's alone in the aftermath of an intense workout, the only sound the distant hum of the air conditioner. His hand wraps around his stiff cock, already eager for more action. He starts slow, teasing himself, his mind filled with fantasies of the day's encounters. His strokes become faster, more urgent, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The gym's rubber mats squeak under his shifting feet as he loses himself in his pleasure. With a final, deep groan, he spurts his load, leaving a trail of cum on the floor before quickly cleaning up and slipping out into the night.