In the dimly lit room, Carlos Lobo's lens focuses on a young man lost in his private world. The boy, his face hidden, sits back, his hand wrapped around his throbbing cock. He strokes it slowly, teasingly, his other hand playing with his heavy balls. His breath comes in short gasps, his body writhing as he chases his release. The room fills with the scent of his precum, the sound of his wet flesh slapping against his palm. He grunts, his body stiffening as he finally finds his release, his cum spurting out, coating his hand and his stomach.