Unbound by the presence of another, a boy loses himself in the rhythm of his own touch. His hands, slick with sweat and desire, glide up and down his rigid length, each stroke sending jolts of pleasure through him. He imagines a lover's touch, their hands entwined, their breaths mingling. His body responds, tensing, then releasing in waves of ecstasy. Alone, but not lonely, he finds solace in the dance of self-love.