In the quiet of his room, a young teen boy, not yet 18, succumbs to his desires. His lithe body, still boyish yet with hints of the man he'll become, is a canvas of smooth skin and subtle muscles. He tentatively touches himself, his fingers tracing the length of his hardening cock, a gasp escaping his lips as he wraps his hand around it. His strokes are slow, exploratory, as he learns his body's responses, his other hand wandering to his balls, gently rolling them as he teeters on the edge of ecstasy.