"In a rush to leave, our solo star pauses, his hand instinctively finding its way to his crotch. He's got time for a quick one, and who could blame him? His room is his private playground, and he's the only one who knows the rules. He unzips, pulling out his stiff cock, giving it a few firm strokes. The rhythm is familiar, the sensation addictive. His breath hitches, his grip tightens. He's close, so close. A quick glance at the clock, a final, desperate pump, and he's done. School will just have to wait."