As the sun ascends over Visakhapatnam, a young Indian boy finds himself alone in an empty room, his hormones raging with the heat of the morning. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he decides to indulge in a little self-love, his hand instinctively going to his crotch. He strokes his hardening cock through his pants, feeling the growing bulge. Unable to resist, he frees his throbbing member, the sight of it making his heart race. He begins to pump his hips, fucking his fist with increasing urgency, the wet sound of his hand sliding along his slick shaft filling the room.