A lanky, smooth-skinned youth, barely out of his teens, sprawls in a worn-out armchair, his lithe body tense with anticipation. His slender fingers wrap around his throbbing erection, a monstrous cock that belies his otherwise slight frame. He begins to stroke, his grip firm and steady, as he imagines the touch of another, the feel of a warm, wet mouth enveloping him. His breath hitches, his eyes flutter closed, and he loses himself in the rhythm of his own hand, his hips bucking slightly as he races towards climax.