Lost in his own world, he's the sole dancer on this stage. His body, a canvas for his desire, is painted with the hues of his passion. He's a maestro, conducting his own symphony, a gay solo that only he can hear. His cock, a violin, plays a melody that only he can feel. His strokes are the notes, building, crescendoing, until he reaches the climax, his body a testament to his self-love, his solo boy dance complete.