In the quiet of his room, the soloboy begins his intimate ritual, his hands working the length of his stiff pirocão. His eyes flutter closed, lost in the sensation of his own touch. His strokes become more urgent, his grip tighter, as he chases his release. The room fills with the sound of his ragged breaths, his body tensing as he nears the edge. With a final thrust of his hips, he comes undone, his gozada coating his fingers as he rides out his orgasm, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.