The closet door creaks shut, sealing him inside the dim, warm space. He leans against the wall, heart pounding, as he unzips his pants. His cock springs free, already hard. He wraps a hand around it, imagining the stranger from earlier. His breath hitches as he picks up speed, the closet echoing with his ragged panting. His body tenses, and with a low moan, he comes undone, his release dripping onto the floor. He quickly cleans up, stepping out, leaving the closet filled with the evidence of his forbidden indulgence.