The Iraqi lad retreats to his private space, a sanctuary from the world's noise. Undressing, he reveals his toned, hairless body, his cock already stirring with anticipation. He lies back, spreading his legs, and begins to touch himself, his fingers dancing over his sensitive skin. His eyes flutter closed, lost in the sensation of his own touch, his strokes growing faster, more urgent. His body arches, his cock pulsing as he finds his climax, his voice a low growl as he comes undone.