Rico's bedroom is a sanctuary of secret pleasures. He's alone, but his body yearns for company. His hands, rough from years of manual labor, trace the contours of his body, pausing at the curve of his ass. He closes his eyes, and the fantasy takes over - an unknown lover, passionately kissing his neck, pushing him against the wall, their bodies grinding. Rico's breath ragged, he reaches back, spreading his cheeks, feeling the cool air on his hole. He spits into his hand, lubing up, and fingers himself, moaning softly. His cock throbs, and he strokes it, imagining his anonymous lover's cock pounding into him, making him theirs. Rico's body convulses, and he coats his hand and bedsheets with his release, panting, yearning for more.