In the dimly lit backroom, the shop boy's breath hitches as he pulls out his aching cock, the anticipation of pleasure coursing through him. He grips himself tightly, pumping his fist up and down the length of his pulsating shaft. The sound of his wet, eager strokes fills the silence, punctuated only by the soft thud of his palm against his flesh. Lost in his own world, he doesn't hear the footsteps approaching until it's too late.