While patrolling on the street, I spot Christopher White, pale, skinny, a twink with dark hair, in a fitted tank top and shorts, his delicate features glowing with shy, eager charm. He recognizes me from yesterday’s event, nodding approval. I remember him too, his vibe pulling me in. I tell him I can take a break to fuck at a nearby motel. He agrees, and we go. In the room, I position him before the mirror, recording on my phone as I drop my pants, my hard cock throbbing. Christopher kneels, his pale hands gripping me, lips wrapping around my shaft, sucking deep. His tongue swirls, spit dripping, the mirror showing his skinny frame and my hand in his hair as he gags eagerly. I pull him off, push him onto the mattress, and strip his shorts, revealing his perky ass. I slide into his tight hole, fucking him hard, my thick cock stretching him. His pale body rocks, legs trembling, dark hair sweaty as I thrust deeper, the bed creaking. I pull out, straddle his chest, and stroke myself, cum shooting across his lips and cheeks, dripping down his neck. I leave him panting, cum glistening, and return to patrol.