Boy Nudist 98, the epitome of youthful innocence, retreats to his room, a secret desire burning in his eyes. He closes the door, the click of the lock echoing in the silence. His hands tremble as he unbuttons his shorts, pushing them down to reveal his growing erection. He wraps his hand around his cock, gasping at the contact. His strokes are slow, deliberate, each one sending a jolt of pleasure through him. He leans back, his body arching as he increases the pace, his breath coming in short gasps. His eyes roll back, his mouth open in a silent cry as he comes, his cum dripping onto the carpet, a testament to his forbidden pleasure.