In the soft glow of late afternoon, our twink begins his slow dance of desire. He unhurriedly strips, revealing his lean, muscular form. His uncut cock, already half-hard, bobs gently. He wraps a hand around it, feeling the heat, the silkiness. He explores every inch, from the sensitive tip to his tight, hairless balls. He spreads his legs, giving us a glimpse of his pink, puckered hole. He circles it, pushes against it, before returning to his cock, stroking it to a shiny, leaking peak. His body tenses, his breath comes in ragged gasps, and with a quiet groan, he comes, hiscum painting his stomach.