Magrelo, the young stud, is in heat. He's alone, and his hand is his only companion. He's not gentle, his grip is firm, his strokes desperate. He's a machine, his hand a piston, his cock the engine. He's a sight to behold, his body tensing, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He's close, his strokes become frantic, and with a final, violent pump, he's cumming, his body shuddering as he milks every last drop.