Brian Hansen kneels by the pool, his short dark hair slicked back as he licks his own fingers, the saltwater glistening on his smooth, muscular arms. A colorful object clutched in his grip, bright, sharp, contrasts with the wet, sunbaked edge of the poolside where he works his mouth. The act is relentless, his tongue tracing every ridge of his own skin, the only sound the wet slap of his lips against flesh.
