In the throes of self-love, a lonely boy mutters, 'Meri Gand mat maro,' his voice echoing in the empty room. His fingers wrap tightly around his engorged cock, veins bulging as he pumps furiously. The sound of his wet, sloppy strokes fills the air, punctuated by his ragged breaths and the occasional moan. His body tenses, muscles clenching as he nears the edge, ready to succumb to the intense pleasure coursing through him.