I Can’t Place the Face but Your Cock Looks Familiar.
Do not attempt to adjust the sound on your telephone, computer monitor, tablet, or other screen-based porn-watching machines because there’s nothing to adjust during 95-percent of this 15-minute Young Bastards scene. The young man “Worshipping His Hung Bater Meat” is a quiet one and doesn’t make any noise beyond nearly inaudible breathing until the very end.
There’s no knowing who that masked man is because, well, he’s masked. But he does have dark hair, a scar on his right hip, a face mask that leaves only his eyes visible, and a round hole for him to breathe through... and eyes that gaze unflinchingly at the camera whether looking straight at it or up from under his bangs.
In a word: he’s hot. Okay, two words. Technically three, if you count the contraction as two words.
Whoever he is, he sits quietly in the corner and masturbates. And, honestly, if you had a cock like his, you’d sit in the corner and masturbate, too. Maybe not as quietly, though. It’s a cock that deserves to be celebrated with loud praise, heavy breathing, and many animal noises. It’s hard, thick, and long, just like our hot fantasies like them to be. A right hand covered in lube massages this magnificence.
The man of mystery tends lovingly to himself, showing expertise that comes from frequent contact and great familiarity. He’s not in fancy settings. In fact, quite the contrary. He appears to be in a bedroom being used primarily for storage, based purely on a quick survey of its visible contents. It’s not the Ritz but they complain more about lube stains at the Ritz. Given how much our dude uses when he grips his cock and plays with his balls, he’s made a wise investment in his post-masturbation serenity by sticking closer to home.
With testicles and a dick as beautiful as the anonymous stranger has, it’s no wonder the camera is so in love with them. While we get plenty of full-body shots showcasing the smooth-chested, athletic form of our hero, the real stars are in his hand as he allows the nuts to fall gently between his fingers while idly pleasuring himself and then grips his shaft with great purpose. While he has a consistent style, he adds a few style twists, like holding the excess skin of the cock tight against his body and, later, rubbing his thumb repeatedly over the head of his impatient dick, urging it to orgasm.
For a time, he stands above the camera, allowing us to admire those perfect balls of his, as well as the gap between his thighs and hinted at by his ass cheeks. Normally, a lot of eye contact with the performers during a scene can feel forced and fake, but it is hot as a ghost pepper up the ass this time. Tired of standing up or even leaning against the wall, Anonymous sits back on the cheap carpet and sizzles from behind his mask, like the damnable tease that he is.
Then, about 45 seconds before the end credit, something happens. Sound. Moans and heavy breaths. Audio erotica joins visual erotica for a multi-media explosion when that dick blasts off, which it does with a number of good, solid ejaculations that coat his lower belly nicely. Still “Worshipping His Hung Bator Member,” the handsome young fellow continues stroking his wet and still rock-hard schlong and moaning. Not a bad way to spend 15 minutes, frankly.
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