...and then he shoots thick ropes of warm chunky nutsludge to the wall, bubbling down to the musk-ridden cumpuddle he's making.

His teeth gritted, eyes locked to the back of his head, something definitely happened to him. This heat just won't end...

Will [reader] intervene?

//🎨CaptainKirb

His slim chest rises and falls, his little body overcome with mind-melting pleasure.
He's beyond tired after his seventeenth orgasm but he needs more, ᴍᴏʀᴇ...

He bucks his hips, moans getting louder until his balls pump another generous load bulging out his shaft...

//🌻Raises hand!

...
These sights are far too familiar to him now, the hope of ever seeing his old friends fading.
He outgrew his clothing and eventually left them to the sand.
Nobody is around, do... nothing to worry about, right?

That is, unless the [READER] somehow stumbled upon the flower boy...