In the quietude of his room, Pollon, a youthful, unblemished man, engages in a private, solitary ballet of pleasure. His fingers, initially hesitant, map out the topography of his lithe body, from the firmness of his pecs to the softness of his inner thighs. His cock, straining against his briefs, leads the way as he strips off his underwear, baring himself completely. He wraps his hand around his rigid shaft, pumping slowly at first, then with increasing urgency, his imagination filled with ghostly touches. His body arches, his grip tightens, and with a soft cry, he comes undone, his body convulsing as he coats his abs with his creamy, pearlescent seed.