Bernard, a lanky Brazilian, slips into a quiet moment in his room, the sun filtering through the curtains. He's wearing his favorite faded jeans, the ones that hug him just right. He starts by unbuttoning his fly, his hand slipping inside to grip his hardening cock. He strokes slowly, his other hand rubbing his chest, eyes closed, enjoying the sensation. His breathing picks up, his grip tightens, and soon, he's fucking his fist, his hips bucking. With a final thrust, he comes, his body convulsing as he shoots his load.