In the privacy of his room, James Portugal surrenders to his solitary pleasures. He starts by running his hands over his body, feeling every contour, every taut muscle. His cock responds to his touch, hardening and throbbing. He wraps his hand around it, his grip firm and steady. His eyes flutter closed, lost in the sensation, as he picks up the pace. His body writhes, his breath coming in short gasps. He's close, so close. With a final, desperate stroke, he comes undone, his cock pulsing as he paints his torso with his warm, sticky cum.