Boy Nudist 98, in the throes of teenage hormones, can't resist the urge to pleasure himself. He stands in front of the mirror, admiring his naked form, his cock already hard. He starts slow, running his hand up and down his length, his eyes locked on his reflection. He picks up speed, his body tensing, his breath coming in short gasps. He switches hands, using his other to tease his nipples, sending electric shocks straight to his cock. He's close, his body trembling, his grip tightening. With a final groan, he comes, his seed painting the mirror.