A young Brazilian lad, barely legal and eager, finds solace in his room, the scent of his own musk filling the air. He's alone, but his mind races with desires, his hand reaching down to grasp his hardening 'pica'. He strokes it slowly, his breath hitching as his grip tightens, feeling every vein, every ridge. His eyes flutter closed, imagining forbidden pleasures as his hand works faster, his hips bucking slightly. The room fills with the sound of his hand meeting his flesh, a wet, slapping noise that only serves to fuel his arousal. He's close, his breath coming in short gasps, his body tensing as he finally releases, his hot seed spilling over his hand and onto the floor.