Discreetly, the young fag retreats to the bathroom, his mind filled with lurid thoughts. He locks the door, his heart pounding with anticipation. His big, hard cock tents his pants, and he can't wait any longer. He pulls it out, his fist wrapping around the thickness, feeling the vein pulse. He starts to stroke, his eyes closed, his mind filling with dirty images. His pace quickens, his breathing ragged, and then, with a low groan, he cums, his hot load splattering onto the cold tile floor.