Zack Randall, the epitome of emo twink charm, finds himself alone and horny in the bathroom. His fingers trace the lines of his abs, pausing at the waistband of his boxers. He slips a hand inside, finding his cock already hard. He strokes it slowly, his eyes fluttering closed as he imagines the touch of another. His free hand wanders down, sliding a finger into his eager asshole. He moans softly, his strokes becoming more urgent. His body tenses, his ass clenching around his finger as he comes undone, his cum mixing with the water streaming down his body.