Nude and alone, Boy Nudist 98 lets his hormones guide him. He lies back on his bed, his body already glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. His hands roam, cupping his balls, tracing the veins on his cock, now fully hard and standing proud. He lets out a soft moan, his eyes closed, as he begins to stroke himself in long, firm movements. His body responds, his hips bucking slightly, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He's lost in his own world, his mind filled with images that only a horny teen can conjure, as he brings himself closer and closer to the edge.