In the quiet of his room, a man surrenders to his cravings. He appreciates the feel of his own body, his hands tracing the lines of his muscles before settling on his throbbing penis. He masturbates with a fervor born of solitude, his strokes confident and measured. The room is filled with the wet sounds of his arousal, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he nears his climax. This is a private performance, a dance of one, a celebration of the male form in its most vulnerable and beautiful state.