In the quiet of the bathroom, a young man's curiosity gets the better of him. He locks the door, ensuring his privacy, then begins to explore his body. His hands roam over his chest, tweaking his nipples, before moving down to his hardening cock. He pushes his pants down, stepping out of them, and spreads his legs, giving himself more room to maneuver. His strokes are slow, deliberate, as he teases himself, his breath coming in short gasps. He leans against the counter, his eyes closed, imagining someone watching him. His strokes become faster, more urgent, until he can't hold back any longer. With a final, shuddering groan, he comes, his seed spilling over his hand.