With the door locked and the world outside silenced, the boy creates his own world of desire. He starts slowly, swaying to an unheard melody, his fingers tracing the lines of his body. As his dance picks up pace, so does his arousal, evident in the tenting of his pants. He grinds against his hand, his eyes closed, lost in the sensation of his own touch, his body moving in a dance that's equal parts innocent and erotic.