Alone in his sanctum, a youth bares his flesh to the cool air, his cock already stirring with anticipation. He begins his dance, a solo ballet of carnal desire, his hands painting a vivid picture of pleasure on his skin. He teases himself, fingers brushing lightly over his nipples, tracing the V of his hips, before finally wrapping around his throbbing length. His strokes are long, steady, a rhythm as old as time itself. His body responds, arching into his touch, as he races towards the peak of his solo ecstasy, his groans echoing in the empty room.