Hony's boy is the epitome of temptation, his innocent eyes belying the naughty thoughts running through his mind. He's alone, the house silent, and he can't resist the urge any longer. He pulls out his cock, his small hand barely able to wrap around its thickness. He strokes himself, his eyes closed, his imagination running wild. He's thinking about the taboo, the forbidden, his body reacting to his thoughts. He's close, his breath coming in short gasps, his hand moving faster. He comes with a silent cry, his body convulsing as he covers his hand with his release.