Garoto, a boy yearning for touch, retreats to his room, the weight of loneliness heavy on his shoulders. He sits on his bed, fingers tracing the waistband of his pants, hesitant yet hungry. He frees his hard cock, the cool air a stark contrast to the heat of his desire. He strokes himself tentatively at first, then with growing fervor, his body responding to the intimate contact. His breath comes in ragged gasps as he chases his release, his hand moving in a blur until he finds his peak, his body convulsing as he spills himself onto his hand.