Cojelonlalo, clad in his jacket, finds solace in the cramped closet, his hand instinctively reaching for his throbbing cock. He strokes it through the fabric, the friction sending waves of pleasure through his body. His breath hitches as he imagines the tight, wet heat of a mouth enveloping him. The closet door creaks open, startling him, but he can't stop now. He continues to jerk off, his jacket rustling with each desperate pull, until he reaches his climax, panting and spent.