Like Narcissus, Ian Greene observes his reflection in the waters of the fountain’s pool. He’s so enthralled by the reflection in the water, he hardly notices that tall, hairy Bulrog has entered the chamber. Suddenly, Bulrog grabs Ian from behind, breaking the spell, and they begin to kiss with passion and vigor. Ian’s hands reach into Bulrog’s loincloth and pull out his thick, pierced, uncut cock. Bulrog wets his finger and rubs it on Ian’s hole, stretching the butt cheeks apart and lubing the tight, pink entry.