The Indian boy, left to his own devices, retreats to his bedroom, the weight of his loneliness heavy in his loins. He strips, his dark cock standing at attention, leaking pre-cum. He spits into his palm, lubing up his shaft, and begins to jerk off in earnest. His strokes are rough, urgent, as he chases his release. He grunts, his body tensing as he comes, his cum splattering onto the floor, a testament to his pent-up desires. He collapses onto his bed, spent, his heart aching for human touch.