Tay, hidden from view, listens to Quay's secret pleasure. His imagination runs wild, picturing Quay's cock, the way he touches himself, the sounds he makes. He can't help but respond, his own hand slipping into his pants, stroking his hardening cock. He imagines Quay's hands on him, his mouth, his body pressing against his. He pictures Quay's cock, thick and hard, sliding into him, filling him completely. His breath hitches as he comes, his body tensing as he spills into his hand, his heart pounding with the thrill of his secret, forbidden desire.