Under the dim light of a Recife midnight, a young boy, barely legal, seeks solace in the familiar rhythm of his hand around his cock. His mind races with fantasies, his body responding to the illicit images. He strokes faster, his grip tightening, his breath hitching. Suddenly, his body convulses, and he's rewarded with a generous helping of cum, the warm, sticky fluid coating his hand and dick. He brings his hand to his mouth, tasting the salty essence of his lust. Satisfied, he cleans up, his body relaxed, his mind at ease until the next madrugada calls.