In the quiet solitude of his room, our black lad finds solace in his own hands. His cock, a thing of beauty, stands tall and proud as he works it with skillful precision. The soft sounds of his pleasure fill the room, his body arching as he chases his release. He thinks of the church, of the taboo it represents, and how his body responds to the forbidden. With a final, guttural moan, he coats his hand in his warm, sticky essence, leaving him sated but craving more.