"Consentirse la verga," he whispers to himself, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He's alone, but his imagination is wild and willing. He pictures a lover, their hands, their mouth, their body pressed against his. His strokes become more urgent, more passionate. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his body trembling as he nears his climax. With a final, guttural moan, he comes undone, his cock pulsing as he paints his chest with his release.