Troy D.

Troy D. fits this site like a glove. At twenty-six, this blue-eyed charmer from Dallas embodies the exhibitionist spirit. He's a creature of pure lust. Back when he was fourteen, he outmaneuvered his own father for his uncle's girlfriend—snatched her attention and more, right under the old man's nose. He's fucked in every corner of the world: mall corners, cramped dressing rooms, shadowy parking lots, steamy gym showers, even the dusty shoulder of a highway. Crowds fuel him. He fires up his webcam and puts on a show, craving those faceless gazes devouring his every thrust and gasp. The idea of strangers stroking themselves to his raw display? It sets him ablaze. Two days of bottled-up need have him on edge. He starts slow, peeling off clothes with deliberate tease. Small and wiry, he burns with ferocity. His hunger pulses through the screen; he needs release like air. He slaps his cock hard, veins bulging, working it to steel. When he erupts, it's a torrent that drains him utterly, body shuddering in spent bliss. Troy delivers every filthy promise. He logs off grinning, a satisfied beast, dreaming of the eyes that caught his climax—and his exit.