Gordito, the lone wolf, finds solace in the rhythm of his own touch. His room, a sanctuary of carnal pleasures, echoes with his soft moans. He starts slow, teasing his cock with gentle strokes, feeling the blood pulse beneath his fingertips. His pace quickens, his grip tightens, and his breath grows ragged. He's a man possessed, chasing the high only his own touch can bring. His body convulses as he reaches the peak, his cock pulsing as he paints his hand with his hot, sticky release.