Ajeet, alone in his room, succumbs to the primal urge. The air thick with anticipation, he sheds his clothes, revealing his toned, tanned body. His hand snakes down, wrapping around his already hardening length. He strokes, the slick pre-cum coating his fingers, as he closes his eyes, lost in his fantasy. His breath hitches, the rhythm of his hand increasing, as he chases the high only his touch can give.