The boy stretches, yawning wide, his bare ass catching a shaft of sunlight. He scratches his head, then his ass, grinning to himself as he stands in the middle of the room without a hint of shame. "Mmm, another fucking day without pants," he mumbles, rolling his shoulders and letting out a satisfied sigh.
He starts to sway, ass jiggling with every beat, hands on his hips—no, hands on his ass—fingers drumming along with the music. "Goddamn, I got the best ass wiggle in the fucking world, mmm," he laughs, watching his reflection with a kind of wild pride.
He grins wider, biting his lip as he throws in a little spin, his bare ass quivering like a jello mold. "Shit, look at that, mmm, shake that ass, fuck yeah," he says, voice loud and unfiltered, not caring if anyone hears.
He leans out, ass still on full display, and shouts into the empty street, "You wish you had an ass like this, mmm, fuckin' unbeatable!" He laughs, pure and unashamed, feeling the fresh air everywhere.
He takes a deep breath, wiping sweat from his brow, and surveys the chaos he’s created. "Mmm, pants are overrated as hell. Let the world see this ass, I ain't puttin' shit on," he declares, grabbing a snack from his desk without missing a beat.
He flops onto his bed, ass bare and proud, humming to himself as he kicks his feet in the air. "Mmm, fuck pants. This is the life," he whispers, stretching out with a grin, already dreaming up his next ass-shaking adventure.
