Danny Montero, the school's bad boy with a mop of brown hair, can't resist the temptation of his own hand. In the locker room, he leans against the cold tiles, his pants pooled around his ankles. He strokes his thick, uncut cock, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. His other hand reaches around, playing with his tight, pink hole, teasing himself. His eyes flutter closed as he imagines the sensation of a hard cock deep inside him. He picks up the pace, his strokes becoming more urgent, his body tensing as he nears his climax. With a final groan, he comes, his cum splattering against the tiles, leaving him panting and satisfied.