Irving Gonzalez, alone in his room, loses himself in the throes of self-pleasure. His hand wraps around his throbbing cock, stroking it with increasing urgency. The sensation of his own touch sends waves of pleasure through him, his breath hitching as he nears the edge. His body tenses, and with a final, desperate stroke, he spills his load, panting and spent, basking in the aftermath of his solo indulgence.