Gaël, the lone wolf, finds solace in the quiet of his room. He strips off his clothes, revealing his toned body and a stiffening 'morrito'. He strokes it gently, feeling the pulse of desire. His hand moves in rhythm, squeezing and releasing, as he imagines forbidden scenarios. The room fills with the scent of his sweat and the sound of his pleasure. He builds up, his breath hitching, until he reaches his climax, painting his chest with ribbons of semen.