Alex sighed, aware of how weak his will could be and decided it was time to give himself some relief. Now he wasn't in the middle of nowhere, so there was no need to be half dressed, so he got up from the bed on a jump. Alex removed the top part of his outfit, pulling it over his head, ruffling his white locks doing so. Gloves, armbands, each and every accessory he was wearing ended on a chair nearby. He was already barefoot, so the only thing left were his shorts, removed by maneuvering around his already hard manhood.
Just being there, naked and ready to please himself was already enticing. He wasn't about to change clothes or take a bath, no, it was like his body knew what was about to happen and felt more sensitive than usual. His dark skin had a slight bronze tint in the light of the small lamp beside the table, and the shadows played tricks around his figure. Small and lithe, Alex was the same as always, but being nude showed the muscles he had gained by using the bow, a map of his dedication crossing his back into the arms. His chest and abdomen didn't have the same definition that Leon showed, but he was lean and athletic looking. A firm and compact bottom gave way to his short legs, trained by a life of walking and hunting. All in all, a surprisingly fit body for a bookworm like him.
He looked at himself in the mirror the room had, and his eyes wandered around the naughty publication Leon had lent him. The men in that magazine all looked older and more muscular than him, even Leon looked thinner compared to them. Unavoidably Alex's eyes went to their manhood, seeing sizeable members both in length and girth, being handled, swallowed, enjoyed by the women in that book. Curiosity made him compare, seeing if anything was wrong with him, but their penises, as the book called them, looked about the same. It looked odd on him, being smaller and way less corpulent, but he was glad that there was nothing strange with his. Asking Leon about such a thing would have been embarrassing, but at the same time it felt curiously enticing.
Alex was back on the bed, his rigid member pointing to the navel once again. His left hand flipped pages of the slim book, seeing the acts depicted there. One of the pictures had a woman handling it, making it all shiny and slippery with her mouth, and Alex's curiosity grew. That had to feel better than using his hand, but even if he thought that his flexible body would allow him to do such a thing to himself, he wasn't as bold as to try.
Deciding to test the next best thing to the one depicted, Alex slobbered his own right hand, taking a test run through his whole length. He shivered and sighed, it felt way better than his usual rubs, even with the excitation producing pre-seminal fluid it just wasn't enough. Alex ran his hand up and down, slowly, tentatively. Small sighs escaped his lips as he looked to the magazine, noticing another detail of it. The woman there had her other hand busy in what looked like a caress to the man's testicles, so Alex used his left hand to handle his own balls.
"Ahhh" he muttered, the dangling spheres more sensitive to the touch than he expected. It wasn't a bad feeling, just a weird one, so he kept at it with utmost care. His right hand hadn't stopped, seemingly possessed by a will of its own, an embodiment of his teenage lust. As the speed was starting to pick up, the room was filled with wet sounds coming from his action and the gasps of a delighted young man. Alex twisted and turned, crumpling the bedsheets under his body like he wanted to escape from himself.
What would it be like to do it with a woman? What would it be like doing with her?
"Alyssa..." he mumbled without noticing, his mind drifting from the anonymous woman of the magazine to the sight of his naked friend when she nonchalantly got out of the bath.