The air in his room is thick with anticipation as he undoes his pants, his cock springing free, already throbbing with need. His fingers trace the veins, a shiver running through him at the contact. He's alone, but the fantasy in his mind is vivid, a nameless, faceless partner urging him on. His strokes are steady, his grip firm, his breath coming in short gasps. The pressure builds, his body tensing, his mind a whirlwind of sensation. With a final, shuddering groan, he finds his release, his seed spilling onto the floor, a silent witness to his forbidden lechita pleasure.