Parker Williams finds himself alone in the pool hall, the tables stretching out like a playground for his desires. He strips down to his briefs, the cool, chlorine-scented air hardening his cock. Leaning back on the green felt, he strokes himself, the click of the cue ball echoing his rhythm. His breath quickens, the friction of his hand on his dick sending shocks through him. He imagines the cold, hard surface of the table against his back, a stranger's mouth on his cock, the wet, warm suction. His fantasy becomes reality as a stranger walks in, eager to join the game.