The boy's hand moves with practiced ease, his grip firm and steady. He knows what he wants, and he knows how to get it. His breath hitches as he nears the edge, his body tensing. With a final, powerful stroke, he comes undone, his cock pulsing as it paints his body with his seed. He looks down at the mess, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips, before wiping it up and licking it off his fingers, savoring the taste of his own release.