The house is silent, save for the soft rustling of sheets and the gentle slapping of skin. Ggerarrdd, a young gay teen, can't resist the allure of the night, the comfort of his own touch. His hand, a 'corrida' of passion, grips his 'punheta', his 'chico' throbbing with need. His breath hitches as he strokes, his 'garoto' body trembling with anticipation. His mind races, filled with images of his '18teen' fantasies. His grip tightens, his strokes quicken, as he nears his climax. The room is filled with the scent of his desire, the sound of his pleasure, a secret shared only with the night.