In the dead of night, Soft-Boy's curiosity leads him to the forbidden fruit of porn. His young, impressionable mind is consumed by the images of teens exploring their bodies and each other. His own body responds eagerly, his cock throbbing in his pajama pants. He retreats to his room, locking the door behind him. The soft glow of his laptop illuminates his face as he watches, his hand slowly stroking his length. His breath hitches as he imagines himself in the videos, his fantasy teens moaning his name, their bodies writhing beneath him. He pants, his grip tightening, bringing himself to a climax that leaves him gasping and spent.