The corridor, narrow and poorly lit, becomes a makeshift sanctuary for this horny gay teen. He leans against the wall, his pants pooled around his ankles, his hand working his engorged member with practiced ease. His eyes flutter closed, lost in a fantasy world where hands other than his own are touching him, guiding him, pushing him closer to the edge. His body tenses, his grip tightens, and with a low groan, he releases, his cum splattering onto the floor, a testament to his solo indulgence.