Unaware of the watching eyes, Timmy settles onto his bed, his hand already working his cock through his briefs. He's a vision of youthful innocence, his cheeks flushed, his lips parted, his breath coming in shallow gasps. He pulls down his briefs, his hard cock springing free, and wraps his hand around it, a low groan echoing through his room. Timmy's strokes are long and languid, his body arching off the bed as he nears his climax, his eyes squeezed shut, his mouth open in a silent cry of pleasure.