Santiago's primo, hidden away in the cramped closet space, indulges in his secret pleasure. His hand strokes his rigid cock, feeling the vein pulse with each touch. He pictures the taboo, the forbidden, his breath coming in short gasps. The tension builds, his strokes becoming erratic, and with a final, low groan, he finds release, his hot seed spilling over his hand, the closet filled with the scent of his lust.