In the cramped confines of a college dorm room, a Tamil straight boy finds solace in the familiar rhythm of self-pleasure. The room filled with the scent of aged paper and the faint hum of a distant fan, he strips down to his boxers, the tension in his body building. His cock, already half-hard, tents the thin fabric, demanding release. He strokes himself slowly, eyes closed, lost in a fantasy only he knows. His breath hitches as he picks up the pace, the sound of his hand moving against his skin filling the room. The pleasure builds, his body tensing, and with a final thrust of his hips, he comes undone, his load spilling onto his hand.