Daniel Tanner's lithe body moves with a quiet grace as he navigates the forest's edge, seeking solitude. Once found, he strips off his shirt, revealing a torso lean and smooth as a youth's should be. His shorts follow, and he takes his stiffening cock in hand, beginning a slow, steady stroke. He leans back against a tree, his other hand working his tight asshole, simulating the sensation of a lover's tongue. His breath quickens, his strokes grow faster, and with a final, shuddering gasp, he comes, painting the forest floor with his spend.