Rolando, alone and eager, succumbs to the raw, carnal urge coursing through his veins. He strips bare, his body a canvas of muscle and need. His hand wraps around his throbbing cock, the sensation of his own touch sending jolts of pleasure through him. He pumps steadily, his breath ragged, his eyes closed, imagining Oscar's strong hands guiding his own. His body tenses, his cock pulses, and he surrenders to his climax, his seed spilling over his hand.