Skylar Finchh's secret is out. In the damp, echoing locker room, Trevor Brooks finds him, nose buried in a pair of used underwear, eyes glazed over in ecstasy. Skylar tries to play it cool, but Trevor's not buying it. He seizes Skylar, pushing him against the cold metal lockers, his hard cock pressing into Skylar's firm ass. Skylar gasps, then moans as Trevor grinds against him, his own cock hardening in response. Trevor smirks, knowing he's got the twink right where he wants him. He spins Skylar around, claiming his mouth, then his ass, fucking him raw and rough until they both collapse in a sweaty, spent heap on the locker room floor.