Ethan’s here, sportin’ the ultimate Defiant dude look: lean and “cute” and slightly scruffy—in a red Structure t-shirt and white choker. He’s “horny as fuck,” impatiently waiting for his girlfriend, and expecting to “get some” from her. When he gets tired of waiting, he invites us to follow him into the nearest public men’s room: “Let’s go jack off.” If you’ve ever jacked off in a public men’s room or ever watched another guy jack there through a crack, or even if you’ve only thought about the possibilities, this session is for you. Ethan welcomes us into his private stall, and the camera does a great job of making us at home in the awkward and familiar space, providing some unique angles and intimate close-ups. Ethan’s huge stiffy looks awesome poking out of his boxers, whether he’s sitting on the toilet or standing. All of him looks especially good when he stands to jack off, with his shirt pulled up a few inches and his pants pulled down a few inches. Always prepared, Ethan’s got some porn mags stashed in his backpack to help him out. How convenient. Soon his pants are at his ankles (classic men’s room style) and shirts are off.

It’s no coincidence that Christian, a Defiant favorite, rides in on his skateboard next, looking pretty spiffy in a blue-striped jersey over his baggy jeans and (as we learn later) matching blue plaid boxers. In the men’s room, Christian unpacks a stack of porno mags, flipping through the pages, looking for the girl of the moment. Dropping pants and boxers, Christian jumps into a firm and juicy jerk off, made especially noisy by liberal lubrication. Christian looks at least as good as ever, and as horny. When there’s a loud flush elsewhere in the men’s room, Christian tells us to be quiet: “Sshhhhh.” When his cell phone rings, he ignores it, knowing “they’ll call back.” His muscular jerk off technique soon has him ready to shoot, which, surprisingly, he does almost invisibly, thoughtfully pointing out the “markings on the floor.” He’ll be back. So will you.

Dakota, another top dawg from Defiant’s major league line-up of skate punks, finds himself alone and horny in a wine cellar, conveniently stocked with a few mags. “These girls are barely 18,” Dakota tells us excitedly. “I’m definitely gonna get off.” We’re counting on it, dude. When Dakota unzips and tugs out his cock, he has absolutely no trouble throwing wood. “This is gonna be nice,” he assures us, “cuz I really need to cum bad.” When he slicks up his head with some spit, he tells us to “Look at that. Yummy, yummy, yummy, huh?” Yummy. So is Dakota’s tight torso, which we get to enjoy when he pulls off his t-shirt. Kneeling on pillows, Dakota jacks off with two mags spread on the floor in front of him. He shows off his hairy ass a little bit, but it’s his beautiful boner that you won’t be able to take your eyes off of, especially when he uses more spit on his cock head, moaning, “Fuck yeah.” Dakota, understandably, likes his own cock: “I wish I could fuckin’ suck it.” You’ll understand. Describing himself as a “candy head,” Dakota transforms his colorful bracelet into a colorful cockring. This obviously works well for him, because soon he is all, “ O shit, I’m gonna cum. O fuck. O shit.” When he cums right on one of the twats in the mag, it makes him laugh. “That was nice.” Yes, it was, Dakota. And fun. It’s even more fun when our little “candy raver” licks his cum off the twat in his cum-splattered mag. For still more fun, check out Dakota in CURIOSITY and SWEET AS HONEY.

Will, a very good-looking, lanky dude with short hair and a good ‘tude, equipped with his “favorite girly mag, finds a more upscale public men’s room (maybe at a restaurant?) for his jerking. Will gets right down on the floor and right into a two-finger hand job on his lanky cock and floppy balls. He even tries a one-finger technique, closing his eyes and making lots of horny faces. When he spreads his legs, propping one up on the toilet bowl, you’ll notice his white socks, but probably pay more attention to the way he lightly fingers his hairy ass, and then probes more deeply with his middle finger, while rubbing his left leg. When this all-American looking boy (he could play baseball on almost any college campus) talks to us, he whispers: “O, yeah. Wish you guys were here to help me. It would be so much easier.” You bet it would, Will. Average-sized at best, Will’s cock has a great shape (with an especially nice head) and handles well. After flipping through the mag for a while, he finds what he wants and whispers, “I’m gonna cum.” Then he grabs the toilet bowl with his left hand to steady himself as he jerks out a goopy load with his right. Before he takes off, he shows us the mess he made.

Although he’s got a very different look from Ethan, Christian, or Dakota, Kenny is another of Defiant’s best and most reliable dudes. (If you want evidence, check out Kenny’s great work in PERSONAL TIME and WHEN SHE’S NOT AROUND.) If you like your guys looking pretty butch, with lean and lightly muscled bodies, pierced nips, shaved head, Kenny’s for you. We join him in the back of his pickup truck, parked in a garage: “ Got bored upstairs playing video games. Thought I’d come down here. Jack off and relieve some tension.” Sounds like a plan. Kenny’s made a nicely padded nest for himself in the back of the truck, stocked with mags and lube, and looks pretty comfortable as he gets to it. If you have a thing for dudes in white socks, you’ll like the way white socks look on Kenny, especially in contrast to the blue bed of the truck. Kenny’s jerk off is juicy and confident. You’d be confident, too, if you looked like Kenny and if your cock was as fat and wide as his. Kenny may look pretty butch, but he finds his stimulation in gay porn mags and likes to finger his ass: “Eh, wanna see me finger my ass? Sure, you do.” We do. With some lube, Kenny finger fucks his hairy ass, shifting at just the right moment from one finger to two. Standing and leaning against the truck’s cab, Kenny looks awesome. His jerk off technique is superb, with lots of wrist and finger action. The result is wads of spooge all over Kenny’s abs, some of which he eats, of course. In his word, “Fun.”

We catch up with Christian again on an outdoor stairway, in front of a sign, warning “Authorized Personnel Only.” “You found me,” Christian says, leading us to a men’s room with glory holes and a chalkboard featuring a drawing of some butt-fucking. A glory-hole provides a nice frame for spying on Christian: some of you may recognize the view as a very accurate perspective. Some creative camera work gives us other accurate and helpful perspectives: we get to slide under the stall’s partition, and we get to stand on a bowl and look down into Christian’s stall. Again, some of you may recognize these views. Christian jacks juicily to some pussies pictured in his mag, producing another nearly invisible load that obviously felt good to him. He keeps jacking for a while over the toilet, but confesses that, “Well, I think two’s all I do today.”

Our old buddy, Bradley Shaw, finds a new place for some private time: the passenger seat of a black sedan. Since the car is parked in the garage, Bradley has strategically positioned a TV with VCR so that his straight porno can keep him, well, inspired. In one of his quiet moods, Bradley strips off his t-shirt and jeans and boxer briefs, freeing his big schlong to flop out. Again there are some creative (and perhaps familiar) camera angles, through windows and doors, over and under. One effect of these great camera angles is to remind us of just how huge Bradley’s schlong really is when fully charged, and just how bouncy his cum-filled balls are before they discharge. After standing to stretch his legs and jo for a while, Bradley gets back in the car, arching his back against the contour seat. Though quiet, Bradley mugs for the camera, with all the familiar Bradley Shaw winks and grimaces. He breathes very heavily as he pounds out a messy load of Shaw baby batter, and then poses against the car to show it off. No cumshot records are shattered by this scene, but it’s a fun change of pace. And, hey, no more new car smell!

We find Mark in a basement, surrounded by electric meters. But he’s reading a straight porn mag, not the meters. Wearing jeans that aren’t especially flattering (Mark’s got a little beer belly) and a khaki shirt that is flattering (sets off his thick trail), Mark stands and tugs on his meaty uncut cock. He’s only really here for one reason—to get off—which he does handily, dropping a pretty sizeable and goopy load on the floor, which he tastes when he’s asked to do so. To see what Mark can do when he’s REALLY horny, you should check out his amazing solo in YUM.

“DJ Dakota in the house. Ready to bust a nut in your face.” Glad we got that straight. Dakota’s back, in the same jeans, white t-shirt, visor, and candy bracelet, kicked back on his bed with a “nice little porno.”

With all these cum rags being tossed around, it seems only fitting that we find ourselves in the laundry room for these final two solos. First, we encounter Nick. He’s not doing laundry. This boy-next-door (you wish!) with a gray “Kill Holiday” t-shirt and burns that need some trimming, spreads his new straight porn mag on top of the washing machine and tugs his fleshy cock out of the fly of his baggy shorts, not even letting his balls out to play (probably easier to pack up quickly if he gets interrupted). For some reason, this back to basics approach is very erotic, and not just because Nick’s fleshy cock turns out to be a biggun, with a nice curve and pronounced veins. Nick’s approach is quiet and steady, all about bustin’ his nut. Selecting a pussy shot in the mag that he likes, Nick picks up the tempo: “Close. Close. Here it goes.” “It” turns out to be a thick wad of Nick’s skater boy spooge, which lands on target: right on his favorite pussy pic. After licking his spooge from the paper pussy, Nick leaves with what seems in context an amusing exit line: “I gotta get outa here before I get caught.” Caught ya!

Maybe Nick knew that Donatello was on his way to the laundry room to, uh . . . well, he does pretty much what Nick did, though he has a look and a style all his own. Donatello’s the horny Italian dude who lived down the hall from you in college. And the camera work gets more playful here than in the last scene, pretty effectively recreating the illusion of what it would be like to sneak up on some dude jacking off where he knows he shouldn’t be. Like Nick, Donatello spreads his mag on the washer and gets down to business. Like Nick, he just pulls out his cock, not even his balls. This time, the camera lets us look up from the floor, past Donatello’s very chubby and veiny shaft (hey, the kid’s Italian) and into his expressive face (like I said, the kid’s Italian). The camera sneaks up up behind Donatello just before he spills his Italian seed all over the mag and washer. Like Nick, he licks up some of his seed from the mag. Pulling himself together, he tells us that he’s “gotta get outta here before Nick gets here.” When Donatello and Nick do indeed bump into each other without any incriminating evidence, they have a pretty good idea of what they’ve both been up to, joking about having “baby batter on the brain.” Well not exactly on the brain, but, hey, that’s what laundry rooms are for. Anyway . . . what about you? Did you jack off here?