Ulises, unseen by the world, retreats to his private sanctuary, driven by primal urges. His hand, trembling with anticipation, grasps his rigid, veined shaft. He pumps his cock, the sound of slick skin against skin filling the room. His hips buck, seeking more friction, as he loses himself in his self-indulgent ritual. His body tenses, and with a guttural groan, he releases his pent-up desire, painting his torso with his creamy, white essence.