In the damp, locker room atmosphere, Xisco, a muscular, tattooed hunk, finds himself alone with his throbbing erection. He props his phone up, capturing every inch of his chiseled body as he begins to stroke. His hand glides up and down his thick shaft, his breath growing heavier with each pass. The tight space is filled with the sound of his wet, eager strokes and the scent of his musk.