Narciso Try finds solace in his solitude, his mother's absence allowing him to indulge in his most intimate desires. He begins with a tentative touch, his calloused hands wrapping around his stiffening cock. As he gains confidence, his strokes lengthen, his grip tightens, and his breath deepens. The head of his dick turns a darker shade of purple, throbbing with need. With a final, powerful stroke, he spills his load, the first spurt shooting high and landing on his chest, the rest coating his fingers and dick in a warm, sticky mess.