Carlos Valdez, alone and craving release, retreats to his room, the scent of his own musk filling the air. He strips, his cock already hard, and begins to stroke, imagining a warm, welcoming mouth enveloping him. The sound of his hand working his length fills the room, his balls tightening as he nears climax. But it's not enough. He yearns for another touch, another taste, a friendly mouth to finish what he's started.