Boy Nudist 98, a lanky teen with a mop of blonde hair, finds himself in the throes of puberty. He retreats to his room, the sanctuary of his hormonal storms. With a mischievous grin, he begins to strip, his eyes locked onto his growing erection. He strokes it gently, feeling the velvety smoothness. His imagination runs wild, picturing the cheerleaders from school, their uniforms barely containing their curves. He picks up the pace, his breath hitching, his heart pounding. His hand moves faster, rougher, until he feels the telltale tingle. With a groan, he releases, his seed spilling onto his hand.