The young novinho, hidden away in his small, cluttered room, can't ignore the ache in his loins any longer. He kicks off his worn jeans and torn underwear, his hard cock springing free. He spits into his hand, using the saliva to slick up his shaft. His strokes are slow and deliberate, his grip tight. He moans softly, his eyes closed, imagining a pair of full lips wrapped around his cock. His breath hitches as he feels the familiar tingle at the base of his spine. He strokes faster, his hand a blur, his body tensing. With a final, desperate thrust, he comes, his cum spurting onto the floor, leaving a sticky mess for him to clean up later.