Welsey, the darker-haired of the two, stands alone in the small, bare room, his uniform discarded in a heap on the floor. His hand, slick with piss and lube, slides up and down his throbbing cock, the wet sounds of his solo pleasure filling the silence. His breath hitches as he imagines the sensation of another cock sliding against his, the heat and friction driving him closer to the edge. His balls tighten, his grip firms, and with a final, desperate stroke, he spills his load onto the cold, hard floor, his body trembling with the force of his release.