In the quiet of his room, Rahul begins his private ritual. His pants pool at his feet, his boxers following suit, leaving him naked and vulnerable. His cock, already stiff, juts out proudly. He wraps his hand around it, a tight, warm grip that makes him groan. His strokes are steady, purposeful, each one bringing him closer to the edge. He bites his lip, his breath coming in short gasps as he feels his climax approaching. With a final, desperate stroke, he comes, his cock pulsing in his hand as he paints his chest with his release.