Justin, a twink with a hunger in his eyes, takes the driver's seat, his hand already working at the fly of his jeans. Casper watches, his own cock tenting his pants, as Justin frees his length, letting it slap against his stomach. The car's interior, stuffy and warm, only serves to heighten their arousal. Justin leans back, his head resting on the headrest, his hand moving in long, slow strokes, from the base of his cock to the tip, his fingers swirling around the sensitive head. Casper, unable to resist, reaches down, his own hand mirroring Justin's movements, as they both chase their release in the confined space of the car.