"¿Cómo me ayudo a mí mismo?" he whispers, his voice ragged with lust. He pushes down his pants, his hard cock springing free, aching for release. He wraps his hand around his shaft, his grip firm, his strokes steady. He leans back, his eyes closed, his mind filled with naughty images. He can feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening, his cock pulsing. With a final, desperate stroke, he comes, his cum shooting out, painting his stomach and chest, leaving him breathless and spent.