The room is thick with the humidity of a tropical afternoon, the air heavy with the scent of sex and solitude. The boy, his body lean and tanned, lies back on the bed, his hand wrapped around his stiff cock. His eyes are closed, his mind elsewhere, perhaps with Mama Maria, her voice sweet and sultry, her touch electric. He jerks his cock, his hand slick with sweat and pre-cum, his breathing ragged. He's close, so close, his body tensing, his cock throbbing, and with a final, guttural moan, he comes, his cum splattering onto his stomach, a mess he'll clean up later, his secret to keep.