In the quiet of his room, a young man named Alex begins his solo dance. His hands roam his body, tracing the contours of his chest, stomach, and thighs. He's hard already, his cock tenting his boxers. He pushes them down, freeing his erection, and starts to stroke. His breath quickens as he imagines a lover's touch, his own hand not quite enough. He fantasizes about wet, eager mouths, soft hands, and tight, welcoming holes. His body tenses, and he comes with a low groan, his essence spilling over his fingers.