Hidden from the world, the boy's private dance begins. His hands, tentative at first, gain confidence as they roam his smooth skin. He finds his cock, already stiff with anticipation, and wraps his fingers around it. Slow, steady strokes build a rhythm, his hips moving in time. His eyes close, lost in the sensation, his body betraying his innocence with each throb of desire. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his moans barely audible, yet they fill the room with the primal song of his youthful lust.