A boy, alone in his room, succumbs to the primal urge to touch himself. He's a study in contrast, his body lean and muscular yet his face still boyish, his eyes filled with a mix of innocence and curiosity. He lies back on his bed, his hand moving slowly, deliberately, over his rigid cock. His strokes are firm, confident, his breathing growing heavier with each pass. He's close, his body tensing, his grip tightening. With a final, sharp intake of breath, he comes, his cock pulsing as he coats his stomach and thighs with his sticky, milky seed.