Alejandro, in the privacy of his room, indulges in a secret, solitary dance of pleasure. He's a lone wolf in a den of his own making, his body a temple to the gods of desire. He begins with a tender, exploratory touch, his fingers tracing the lines of his body, igniting sparks of sensation. His breath quickens as he takes himself in hand, his grip firm yet gentle, his strokes steady and sure. His imagination runs wild, painting vivid scenes of young, eager bodies writhing together. He's the center of his own universe, his pleasure his only goal. His body tightens, his breath comes in short gasps, and with a final, shuddering stroke, he finds his release, his body shuddering as he paints his chest with his warm, sticky cum.