Hidden from the world, Chico finds solace in his own touch. His room, dimly lit and filled with the scent of his own musk, becomes his playground. He begins by teasing himself, running his hands over his chest and abs, feeling the hard planes of his body. His cock, already stiff, twitches with anticipation. He grips it firmly, his hand moving in a steady rhythm, his eyes closed in concentration. The sound of his own breathing fills the room as he brings himself closer and closer to the edge, finally tipping over with a quiet gasp.