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Strokin' is another strange but captivating home movie from First Class Male. An entire hour is devoted to the young and hung Dexter. This hairless and handsome boy masturbates six times in various outfits, in various rooms. Some might think this could get pretty boring, and it probably could if it's not your cup of tea, but fans of jerk-off videos and/or chicken will most likely enjoy spending so much time with one person. While Dexter might not be a buff supermodel he does have a certain teen-stud-next-door quality that makes him oh so scrumptious. One warning should be issued: music plays over each scene, very strange ookey-kookey new-age stuff. It can become tiresome after a while, particularly because we never get to hear natural sounds—the sounds of Dexter jerking off, the room tone. Dexter reclines on the floor like a boy odalisque. He flitters with his erection and smiles at the camera. He licks his lips. The camera traces his entire body, from his feet to his dark eyes and back. His skin is moonlight pale and his chest is devoid of hair. He does have quite the bush, though, a thicket of near-black curls cascade around his prick and cover his taint. His dick is larger-than-average and has an almost triangular head. He's got a healthy sac, plump and loose. He strokes his shooter for a while and then stands up and continues to play with himself while staring into a mirrored wall. He sits back down on the floor and presses his feet to the glass, legs spread. The camera shoots him from above, over his shoulder, and his dick looks massive. He squeezes his penis faster and faster until one nice goozer of juice blurbles over his hands. Dexter's second scene is something of a fashion show. He thumbs through a magazine while wearing a sassy school bus yellow workout outfit that consists of matching shirt, shorts, wristbands, and jockstrap (where the hell does anyone get a jockstrap like this?). He stands up, drops the shorts, rubs his exposed ass cheeks with one hand and frees his erection from the side of the jockstrap with the other. He sits back down on the couch, off comes the jockstrap, grabs some Vaseline, and smears his stick. He's pensive, bordering on bored, as he jacks the tip of his cock. The camera moves in for a close-up. Suddenly his genitals become a tree trunk framed in dense moss; vines grow up from the base. An eruption of sea-foam spits from him and covers his hand. He smiles. He performs two more times in different ensembles; one is a flirty combo of red gym shorts and striped gym socks, the other, a spiked leather codpiece and choker. Oh, he brandishes a sword while he wears this medieval sadomasochistic outfit. The scene is truly bizarre. So is the one in which he sits next to some potted plants that emit blue and white light. I don't know why the hokey-spooky factor becomes so prevalent as the video progresses, but I imagine it has to do with the dream of an aesthetic vision and the reality of a home video camera. DM
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