The dimly lit room is thick with anticipation as he settles in, his cock already straining against his briefs. He takes his time, slowly peeling off his clothes, revealing his lean, muscular body. His hand wraps around his shaft, a low groan escaping his lips as he begins to stroke. His mind races with images of his papa, powerful and commanding, his voice a low rumble as he orders his boy to touch himself. The room echoes with the sound of his pleasure, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he brings himself to the edge, his body convulsing as he finds his release.