In the quiet of his room, a young lad, barely out of boyhood, finds solace in his own touch. His hand wraps around his hardening cock, stroking it to life. He's small, but his desire is not. His breath hitches as he picks up the pace, his body tensing with each pull. The room fills with the sound of his hand meeting flesh, his moans growing louder with each stroke. His eyes squeeze shut, and with a final, shuddering gasp, he comes, his cum spilling out, painting his belly and hand.