Ashok, the seemingly innocent boy next door, has a secret. When he thinks no one's watching, he sneaks into his room, locking the door behind him. His hands tremble as he pulls out his phone, scrolling through illicit images that make his cock ache. He strips, his clothes a crumpled heap on the floor, and begins to touch himself. His strokes are tentative at first, then bolder, more urgent. His eyes flutter closed, his mind filled with fantasies too taboo to voice. His body tenses, a soft moan escaping his lips as he finds his release, his cum spilling onto the floor, a testament to his secret life.