[in the earlier hours, long after Billy’s dipped and rode back home, there’s a ping. it goes out to all his subscribers: a soft launch, of sorts. an announcement. with it there’s a video.
it’s Billy, clearly. the scars, all the way down to the dips of his hips. up by his chest, some against his arms. his thighs are unmarked: tanned and taught, slightly spread while he works. work is simple: he palms himself slow through his briefs. works it with slow, methodical, just enough to get his breath hitching. he’s already half-hard, like the very idea of filming was enough to turn him on. maybe it was.
his face is just out of frame though, the focus very much on his hand at the moment. how he works himself hard, until his cock is straining against his underwear, damp at the front and tight.
then he reaches: changes the angle to capture his face. grins lazy and a little high, wets his lips real slow and inches his briefs down. let’s his dick smack free against his thigh, hisses at air and spits on a palm.
he takes this slow too. deliberate, slow and firm strokes, moves his hand just enough to get his head tilted back, throat exposed as he groans out a fuck, squeezing around the head and then smoothing over the tip with his thumb. Billy Hargrove puts on a show. edges himself to the brink and back; does it again and again until there’s tears in those pretty blue eyes, until he can’t stop his own twitching, has a hand loosely around his own throat as he fucks into fist. he’s loud, shameless; he comes with a startled cry, spilling over his hand, twitching in the aftermath.
he almost sobs with the release. pants, catches his breath and then lifts his hand to lick his knuckles and fingers clean. his head lolls to the side, his grin completely fucked out.
just a few moments, just a beat of his breath steadying, and then it ends.]
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Date: 2022-07-30 02:33 am (UTC)BILLY H has uploaded a new video.
[in the earlier hours, long after Billy’s dipped and rode back home, there’s a ping. it goes out to all his subscribers: a soft launch, of sorts. an announcement. with it there’s a video.
it’s Billy, clearly. the scars, all the way down to the dips of his hips. up by his chest, some against his arms. his thighs are unmarked: tanned and taught, slightly spread while he works. work is simple: he palms himself slow through his briefs. works it with slow, methodical, just enough to get his breath hitching. he’s already half-hard, like the very idea of filming was enough to turn him on. maybe it was.
his face is just out of frame though, the focus very much on his hand at the moment. how he works himself hard, until his cock is straining against his underwear, damp at the front and tight.
then he reaches: changes the angle to capture his face. grins lazy and a little high, wets his lips real slow and inches his briefs down. let’s his dick smack free against his thigh, hisses at air and spits on a palm.
he takes this slow too. deliberate, slow and firm strokes, moves his hand just enough to get his head tilted back, throat exposed as he groans out a fuck, squeezing around the head and then smoothing over the tip with his thumb. Billy Hargrove puts on a show. edges himself to the brink and back; does it again and again until there’s tears in those pretty blue eyes, until he can’t stop his own twitching, has a hand loosely around his own throat as he fucks into fist. he’s loud, shameless; he comes with a startled cry, spilling over his hand, twitching in the aftermath.
he almost sobs with the release. pants, catches his breath and then lifts his hand to lick his knuckles and fingers clean. his head lolls to the side, his grin completely fucked out.
just a few moments, just a beat of his breath steadying, and then it ends.]