Gaston, in the privacy of his room, gives in to his desires. His hand finds its way to his crotch, rubbing the growing bulge. He unzips his pants, his cock springing free, already leaking pre-cum. He spits on his hand, using the saliva to lubricate his strokes. His other hand cups his balls, gently rolling them as he picks up the pace. His body tenses, his cock throbbing as he comes, his cum shooting out in thick ropes, coating his hand and dripping onto the floor. He looks down, a satisfied smile on his face.