In the dimly lit sanctuary of his room, Chevy engages in a private ritual, his hand tracing the length of his stiffening cock. He jerks slowly, eyes closed, lost in his own fantasy. The room fills with the scent of his musk, the sound of his ragged breaths echoing off the walls. He picks up the pace, his grip tightening, his body tensing as he nears the edge. With a final, shuddering stroke, he spills his load, a satisfied groan escaping his lips.