Behind the closed door of his bathroom, a young man seeks refuge from the world outside. His heart races as he locks the door, his hand already working at the fly of his jeans. He's a man on a mission, driven by a primal urge that demands satisfaction. His cock springs free, hard and eager, as he pulls down his pants. He sits on the edge of the tub, his hand working his length with practiced ease. His other hand wanders, exploring the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, his balls, his ass. He moans, a low, guttural sound, as he feels the familiar tingle in his spine. With a final, hard stroke, he comes undone, his cock pulsing as it spills over his hand and onto the floor.