A moody, brown-haired gay stud stands in a stark, white bathroom, his cut cock hard and ready. He's been thinking about this all day, the taboo of it all making his dick throb. He turns on the faucet, the sound of running water filling the room. He spits into his hand, lubing up his cock, his grip tight, his strokes firm. He leans against the wall, his body tensing as he nears the edge. The sound of the water, the sensation of his hand, the thought of being caught all push him over. He comes, his cock pulsing, his cum dripping onto the tile floor. He looks down, a satisfied smirk on his face, before cleaning up and leaving the bathroom, the scent of his cum lingering in the air.