Tony's presence has been a constant reminder of my own desires, his youthful energy and innocent looks stirring something primal within me. As I stand over him, his eyes flutter open, meeting mine. There's no shame, no apology, just a raw, hungry need. He bites his lower lip, his hand moving faster, inviting me to join him. The room fills with the scent of his pre-cum, sweet and intoxicating. I can almost taste it, my mouth watering as I picture taking his length down my throat, feeling him pulse and throb against my tongue.