Jason Nevin leans on a pool cue, his dark hair falling over his forehead as he stretches his arms behind his head, the muscles in his slim frame taut. The red shorts slip lower with each shift, his tattooed skin glimpsing through as he sits on the table, fingers tracing the curve of his asshole. By the end, he’s bare, only the pool table remains, a silent witness to how far he’s pushed himself.
