Zack Randall, the all-American twink, lounges in the bathroom, his eyes locked on his reflection in the mirror. He's dressed in tight, white underwear, the fabric straining against his growing bulge. With a smirk, he hooks his thumbs into the waistband and pulls them down, releasing his hard cock. He strokes it languidly, his eyes never leaving his reflection. His buddy enters, drawn by the sound of running water and Zack's soft moans. He leans against the doorframe, his own erection tenting his jockstrap. Zack smirks at him, beckoning him closer. He watches as Zack's buddy mimics his actions, their eyes locked as they bring each other to the edge.