The twink's gaze met mine, and I saw the unbridled lust and hunger in his eyes. His tongue darted out, wetting his lips as he imagined the taste of another man's cock. He wanted it, needed it, and I was more than happy to oblige. I could see the outline of his hard dick straining against his jeans, begging for release. He started to stroke himself, his eyes never leaving mine. I could see the pre-cum leaking from the tip of his cock, and it made my own dick ache with need. I wanted to taste him, to feel his hot cum on my tongue, but I also wanted to watch him pleasure himself, to see him lose control.