In the privacy of his room, a young man, Riyaaz, sits alone, his heart pounding with anticipation. He starts to stroke his growing bulge, feeling the heat and tension building. His hand moves rhythmically, the friction sending waves of pleasure through him. He's doing this for you, his eyes closed, imagining your touch, your presence. His breath hitches as he nears the edge, his grip tightening, his pace quickening. With a final gasp, he finds his release, his body convulsing as he paints his hand and abs with his warm seed.