In the hushed solitude of his sanctuary, he begins his dance of desire. The room is dim, the air warm, as he sheds his clothes, baring his naked form to the soft glow. His hand, tentative at first, then confident, explores his body, tracing the curve of his ass, the length of his cock. He strokes himself, slowly, languidly, his body arching with each touch, his moans filling the empty room as he brings himself to the brink, then pushes himself over the edge, his body convulsing with the force of his climax.