As the sun begins to peak over the horizon, a lone charro, Nalgon, awakens from his slumber. His body, glistening with sweat, stirs with a primal hunger. He reaches down, his calloused hands grasping his thick, hardening cock. His mind wanders to a forbidden love, a woman he cannot have, yet cannot resist. He imagines her touch, her moans, her wetness enveloping him. His strokes become more urgent, more intense, as he brings himself to a climax, releasing his desires onto the dusty ground.