In the quiet of the office, a twink, left to his own devices, succumbs to his desires. He locks the door, his heart pounding with anticipation. He unzips his pants, freeing his hard cock, and begins to stroke it slowly. He imagines the missionary boys he's seen in photos, their bodies entwined, and his breath hitches. He picks up the pace, his hand moving faster, his grip tighter. He leans back in the chair, his body tensing as he brings himself to the brink. With a low moan, he comes, his cum splattering onto the floor, a testament to his lonely, forbidden pleasures.