In the dimly lit bathroom, a twink with a body full of ink finds solace in his own hands. His big cock, already hard and leaking, demands attention. He sits on the floor, legs spread wide, and starts to stroke. The cool tile against his skin, the sound of his hand moving up and down his shaft, it's all driving him wild. He thinks about his crush, about the things he'd do to him if he were here. His strokes turn feverish, his breath ragged. With a final cry, he comes, painting the bathroom floor with his hot, white seed.