"The room is filled with the soft sounds of skin on skin, the 'soloboy' lost in his rhythm, his breath hitching as his 'mi', or 'my', desire grows. The 'prima', or 'first', touch of the day, the 'de', or 'of', the morning, a secret ritual. His hand, 'los', or 'the', only companion, tracing the length of his 'soloboy', or 'alone boy', until the wave of pleasure crashes over him, leaving him spent and satisfied."