Bobby, the straight-acting twink, returns to the futon, his body aching for touch. His naked form is a study in contrast, his pale skin and lithe muscles bathed in the warm glow of the fire. He strokes his hard cock, lost in a world of gay fantasy, his body tensing as he thinks about the feel of another man's touch. The room is thick with the scent of woodsmoke and the musk of his arousal, a heady combination that only serves to heighten his desire.