The cholo boy, left alone in the crib, can't resist the temptation any longer. He unzips his baggy jeans, letting his hard, aching cock spring free. He spits on his palm, lubricating his shaft as he begins to pump, his calloused hands rough against his sensitive skin. The scent of sweat and sex fills the air as he picks up speed, his hips bucking off the couch. His dark eyes squeeze shut, envisioning the sweetest, dirtiest fantasies. With a final, deep thrust, he comes undone, his cock pulsing as he coats his hand and jeans in his warm, creamy release.