In the dim glow of his bedside lamp, a boy named Mis succumbs to his forbidden desires. He slips off his boxers, his hard cock tenting the fabric. He wraps his hand around it, a shiver running down his spine. He imagines scenarios that make his heart race, his strokes becoming more urgent. He's a picture of youthful abandon, his body flushed, his lips parted. As he nears his peak, he bites his lip, trying to stay quiet. His release is explosive, his body convulsing as he coats his hand in his sticky seed.