The sun beats down on Cuiaba's streets, but inside, a young man's world is cooler, darker. He's 'soloboy', alone, his hand his only companion. His 'punheta' is intense, a feverish dance of desire. He's 'pauzao', paused in time, lost in the rhythm of his own need. His body responds, tensing, ready to release. But a sudden noise breaks the spell, leaving him panting, his desire unsated.