In the dimly lit, private sanctum of his bedroom, a young man, hungry for release, begins a solo dance with desire. His hands, tentative at first, explore the firm planes of his chest, then descend, tracing the V of his hips, before reaching the throbbing heat between his legs. He strokes himself, his breath hitching as his grip tightens. The room fills with the sound of his pounding heart and the slick, wet noises of his hungry flesh.