Loneliness, a silent seductress, creeps into the heart of our teen, left to his own devices. Clad in socks and boxers, he finds himself unable to resist the pull of his yearning body. In the quiet of his room, he begins to touch, to stroke, to indulge in the pleasure of his own flesh. His breath comes in ragged gasps as he sheds the last of his clothing, baring himself completely to the empty room. The sounds of his pleasure echo through the house as he loses himself in the intensity of his solo passion, a dance of desire with his own reflection.