The cop, old enough to be their father, watches the twinks with a hunger that's palpable. They're just boys, but their bodies are ripe and ready, their cocks straining against their clothes as they dance for him. He can almost taste their youth, their innocence, and it makes his own cock throb with desire. He knows he should stop this, but the sight of their smooth skin and the scent of their sweat is too intoxicating. He wants to strip them bare, to taste them, to make them his.