In the throes of teenage hormones, a boy seeks solace in self-pleasure. He reclines, his hand wrapping around his stiff cock, a low moan escaping his lips. He pictures his secret desires, his body responding eagerly. He spits into his palm, lubing up, then guides his hand to his virgin ass, pushing a finger in, feeling the tight, forbidden heat. He fucks himself, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his strokes growing faster, harder. His body tenses, his cock pulses, and with a cry, he comes, his cum shooting out, painting his chest and stomach.