In the quiet of his room, a young man, untouched by time or desire for companionship, begins his private dance. His hands, strong and sure, trace the contours of his body, lingering on sensitive spots. His breath hitches as he imagines a lover's touch, but none is needed; he is his own master. He strokes his length, feeling the heat build, his body tensing in anticipation. His solo act is a symphony of sensation, each touch a note in his private melody.