Imagine a scenario where a young, athletic man finds himself in a restroom, his body brimming with an insatiable desire. He's on the verge of attending a lecture, but his mind is consumed by the primal urge to pleasure himself. He's got a sizable member, and he's well-versed in the art of self-indulgence. He begins to stroke his impressive shaft, his hand moving in a rhythmic dance of self-gratification. His folks are nearby, oblivious to his secret rendezvous with his own body. The thrill of being caught only heightens the excitement, making every stroke more intense. His breathing becomes ragged, his movements more desperate. He's a man on the brink, teetering between ecstasy and exposure. This is a tale of self-pleasure, hidden away in a restroom, where a young man's desire for his own touch knows no bounds.
