In the intimate confines of his room, the Indian boy takes matters into his own hands, literally. His cock, hard and eager, demands attention. He wraps his warm, smooth palm around it, feeling the velvety skin stretch taut. His rhythm is steady, his grip firm, each stroke sending jolts of pleasure through his body. His other hand cups his balls, rolling them gently, adding to the symphony of sensation. His body tenses, his breath hitches, and with a low moan, he spills over, his cock painting his abdomen with ropes of white, his body shuddering with the force of his release.