Braden Klein, a vision of youthful innocence with a devilish streak, can't take the bickering any longer. As his parents' voices rise, so does his desire. He locks his door, his heart pounding in sync with the Christmas carols playing downstairs. His hand dives into his pants, pulling out his stiff twink cock. He strokes it expertly, his other hand tweaking his sensitive nipples. The tension in the air, both outside his door and within his body, builds to a crescendo. He's close, but he needs more. He needs a warm, welcoming mouth or a tight, eager hole. He needs a fuck.