A group of young, lithe gay boys, including Clayton, gather in a cramped, windowless room, the air thick with anticipation and the scent of sweat. They move in unison, unzipping their jeans and freeing their cocks, some already hard, others thickening with excitement. Clayton, his oriental features soft in the dim light, steps back, his eyes scanning the scene before him. A collective intake of breath echoes through the room as the boys begin to piss, their streams arching through the air, painting the walls and each other with gold. Clayton pauses, his breath hitching as a stream hits him square in the chest, the warm liquid soaking into his skin.