Ti, shrouded in his jacket, seeks refuge in his room, driven by a primal urge. He unzips, his cock straining against his pants, desperate for touch. Ti's hand wraps around his length, feeling the veins pulse with desire. He begins to stroke, his grip tight, his rhythm insistent. Ti's breath comes in ragged gasps, his body tensing as he edges closer. He imagines a forbidden touch, a whispered word, a taboo fantasy. Ti's strokes become frantic, his body convulses, and with a guttural groan, he comes undone, his cum painting his shirt, a testament to his solitary indulgence.