In the dimly lit room, Santidepr's mind wanders to the secretive, steamy encounters between men in the world of Alejandro Dumas' novels. He can almost feel the rough, calloused hands of a fellow latino prisoner exploring his body, their breaths mingling as they press against each other in the darkness of the prison cell. He runs a hand over his smooth, thick cock, feeling it harden at the thought of the intense, passionate kisses they'd share, the desperate, hungry way they'd grind against each other. He strokes himself slowly, savoring the sensation, his other hand cupping his heavy balls, rolling them gently. His imagination runs wild with the forbidden, taboo lust between men in the story, his strokes becoming more urgent, his breath coming in short gasps as he nears the edge. With a final, shuddering groan, he comes undone, his cock pulsing as he spills his load, imagining the taste of another man's cum on his lips.