Trace, the alluring twink, finds himself alone in his dimly lit apartment, the remnants of the night's adventure still coursing through his veins. He plops down on the couch, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his hand absently rubbing the growing hardness in his pants. With a smirk, he unzips, letting his throbbing cock spring free. He takes a long drag, the smoke curling around him as he begins to stroke, his eyes closed, lost in the sensation and the memories of the night's excitement.