Billy Frost, the lithe twink, finds himself craving release. In the privacy of his room, he bares his slender, hairless frame, his prominent, uncut cock standing at attention. He grips it firmly, stroking from base to tip, feeling the familiar rush of pleasure. His other hand wanders, caressing his smooth, tight body, dipping between his legs to tease his eager hole. His breathing grows ragged, his movements more urgent, until finally, he can hold back no longer. With a cry, he comes, his cock pulsing, painting his stomach with thick, white cum.