Levon Meeks, the sultry emo twink, finds his irritation boiling over as he storms into his room, slamming the door behind him. His eyes dart to the mirror, catching his reflection - the disheveled hair, the smudged eyeliner, the tight, ripped jeans hugging his pert ass. He growls, unbuckling his belt and letting his pants drop to the floor. His hard cock tents his briefs, throbbing with pent-up frustration. He yanks them off, fisting his length furiously, his other hand groping his smooth balls. His strokes are rough, angry, as he pictures the source of his irritation. His breath hitches, his body tenses, and he erupts, ropes of cum painting his stomach, his chest heaving as he catches his breath.