In the quiet of his room, he begins his ritual. The soft, rhythmic sound of his hand working his cock fills the air. His punheta is a dance, a celebration of his body and desire. His grip tightens, his strokes grow faster, his breath comes in ragged gasps. The room is filled with the scent of his sweat, the sound of his pleasure, as he brings himself to the brink and then, with a final, shuddering stroke, tips over into ecstasy.