Ricky, the All-American twink, finds himself alone in the locker room, his taut donk beckoning his touch. He runs his hands over his smooth, firm ass, feeling the heat rise. His cock, already semi-hard, twitches in his jockstrap. He pulls it out, stroking slowly, his eyes closed, lost in the sensation. The room fills with the sound of his jerking, the smell of his musk. His breath hitches as he nears the edge, his donk clenching, his cock pulsing.