The dim light casts long shadows as he begins his secret ritual. His hands, tentative at first, grow bolder, tracing the lines of his body, learning every curve and contour. He imagines hands other than his own, voices other than his own moans. His fantasy fuels his desire, his cock throbbing in his hand. He pictures eyes on him, hungry and wanton, pushing him closer to the edge. With a final, shuddering breath, he paints his abdomen with his desire, leaving him spent and satisfied, yet still yearning for more.