A boy, all lanky limbs and raw energy, is alone with his thoughts and his body. He's a mess of hormones and need, his cock aching for release. His fingers trace the veins of his thick, rigid cock, feeling the pulse of his heartbeat. He's a study in contrast, his innocent face at odds with the explicit act he's performing. His body tenses, his balls tighten, and with a guttural moan, he comes undone, his cum splattering onto his stomach, a testament to his pleasure.