David Labayen, a man of quiet intensity, finds himself in the throes of a relentless desire. His body, taut and ready, aches for release. He envisions the forbidden, his imagination running wild as he pictures the object of his lust. His hand, strong and sure, grips his throbbing cock, stroking it with a rhythm that mirrors his racing heart. The room is filled with the sound of his heavy breathing, the wet, slick noises of his hand working his cock, and the low, guttural moans that escape his lips as he nears his climax. His body tenses, his grip tightening, as he lets go, his release coating his hand and the floor beneath him.