Mr. Dreamboy offers a voyeuristic peek into a boy's self-love ritual. The room is dimly lit, the air thick with anticipation. He starts slow, teasing his shaft, feeling the blood rush to his groin. His imagination runs wild, picturing forbidden scenarios, making his cock ache with need. He picks up the pace, his breath hitching, the sound of his wet strokes echoing in the room. His body tenses, his hips buck, and he spills his load, a guttural groan escaping his lips.