Arturo, in the privacy of his room, salutes his friend from afar. The sun bathes him in warmth as he begins his solitary act, his hand gliding over his stiff member. His strokes are rhythmic, his mind filled with memories of their shared moments. He feels the pleasure mounting, his body aching for release. With a final, intense grip, he finds it, his Tribute to his friend painting his hand and the sun-kissed floor.