Cristian, a man of few words and fewer chances, retreats to his room, a sanctuary from the world's judgments. He locks the door, his heart pounding like a prisoner's drum. His hand, a trusted accomplice, frees his throbbing cock from its denim confines. He strokes, his grip tightening, his rhythm increasing, a dance of desperation and desire. His body arches, a silent cry escaping his lips as he finds his release, his essence spilling over, a secret he'll keep until the next time.