In the shadowy alley behind the dorm, a lanky emo twink unzips his jeans, revealing his hardening cock. He strokes it slowly, eyes darting around nervously, knowing he's taking a risk. His pale skin flushes as he picks up the pace, his small hand working his dick with urgency. The cool night air contrasts with the warmth of his grip, heightening his senses. He's close, his breath hitching, when a group of smokers round the corner. Panicked, he tries to hide, but it's too late. They approach, their interest piqued, and he freezes, cock still out, as they encircle him, watching hungrily.