Tim, 'Soloboy' to his fans, stands before the mirror, his reflection capturing his every move. His hand wraps around his stiffening cock, a low moan escaping his lips as he begins to stroke. He's a study in contrasts, his body lean and muscular, his touch soft and tender. His eyes flutter closed, his head tilting back, lost in the sensation of his own touch. His hand moves faster, his grip tightening, his breath coming in short gasps. He's a solo symphony of pleasure, a one-man orchestra playing a melody of desire.