In the quiet of his room, Zak sheds his clothes, his young, lithe body eager for exploration. He tentatively runs his hands over his chest, his nipples hardening at the touch. His hand drifts lower, wrapping around his growing erection, a soft moan escaping his lips. He strokes himself, his body writhing with pleasure, before turning his attention to his tight, virgin hole. He fingers himself, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he prepares himself for more.