Rakesh, a secret admirer of his own body, retreats to the solitude of his room, locking the door behind him. He strips off his clothes, his dark, toned skin contrasting with the white bedsheets. His cock, proud and uncut, twitches as he wraps his hand around it. He starts slow, teasing himself, his thumb rubbing against the sensitive slit. He picks up the pace, his other hand cupping his balls, his body writhing in pleasure. He can feel the heat building, his cock throbbing, and with a final, powerful stroke, he comes, his cum spilling out, marking his body.