In the quiet of his room, Boy12qq12 stands before the mirror, his reflection showing a young man on the cusp of adulthood. He unbuckles his jeans, letting them drop to the floor, and steps out of them. His boxers follow, and he takes his cock in hand, feeling its weight and length. He begins to stroke, his grip firm and steady, his rhythm building. The mirror reflects his growing arousal, his cheeks flushed, his lips parted. He leans against the wall, his body tensing as he nears his release, and with a final stroke, he comes, his cum splattering onto the cool tile floor.