Gonzalez, a man of few words, retreats to his dimly lit room, the scent of sweat and sex already heavy in the air. He unzips his pants, the sound echoing in the silence, and reveals his throbbing cock. He strokes it slowly, a bead of pre-cum forming at the tip. His breath hitches as he slides his hand up and down, the friction sending waves of pleasure through him. He imagines hands other than his own, fantasizes about a mouth wrapped around his cock, a tight ass waiting for him. His strokes become more urgent, his grip tighter. He's close, so close, and then he's coming, his cum spilling onto his hand, his breath ragged.