Shutting the bathroom door behind him, Shivam lets out a sigh of relief, eager to escape the prying eyes of his family. He's been feeling particularly horny lately, and the tension is getting to him. He turns on the shower, the steam filling the room as he strips down to nothing. His hand wraps around his hardening lund, giving it a tentative stroke. He leans back against the cool tile, his breath hitching as he picks up the pace. His imagination runs wild, picturing the guys from his college cricket team, their strong bodies glistening with sweat. He groans softly, his hand a poor substitute for what he truly craves. But for now, this will have to do. He pumps his cock harder, faster, until he's gasping, his cum shooting out in thick ropes, washing away down the drain.