In the solitude of his room, a young man seeks respite from his hormonal urges. "Leite," he whispers, a term of endearment for his own semen, as he strokes his rigid cock. His hand, a tight fist, pumps furiously, his breath hitching with each thrust. The room fills with the sound of his wet punheta, the slick noises echoing his desire. His body tenses, back arching, as he nears his peak. With a grunt, he finds release, his hot load spilling over his hand, a mess he'll clean up once his heart slows.