Keef, a first-timer, steps into the spotlight, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nervousness. He takes a seat, his small, black cock already showing signs of life. He starts slow, running his hands over his smooth chest, his fingers tracing the lines of his abs. His pace quickens, his breath hitching as he strokes himself, his grip tight. He leans back, his eyes closed, lost in his own world. Suddenly, he stops, reaching for a glass of water. He pours it over his head, letting it run down his body, washing over his cock. The sensation sends him over the edge. He stands, his cock in his hand, and lets go, a river of warm piss flowing from him, a look of pure ecstasy on his face.