In MenAtPlay’s new video, Masquerade Ball, we enjoy a double fetish – masked men in suits, with those men being hot newbies Mael Hunter & Mathieu De Lyon.
Recap
1. Mael Hunter and Mathieu De Lyon, two straight-married friends, have been harboring curiosities about each other and decide to act on them during a masquerade ball at their company holiday party.
2. The two men share a kiss before Mael begins to perform oral sex on Mathieu’s “stiff cock.”
3. Mathieu then fingers Mael’s “tight hole” to prepare him for what comes next.
4. In a moment of sexual experimentation, Mael loses his virginity as Mathieu fucks him from behind.
5. The evening ends with Mael ejaculating onto Mathieu’s tuxedo jacket and the two friends realizing they had just shared an intensely passionate experience together.
Scene Details
In the recesses of the company’s holiday Masquerade Ball, Mathieu De Lyon finds himself in a quiet room, heart hammering with a cocktail of anticipation and anxiety. His mask hides his identity, but not his trembling hands or the hunger in his eyes. He steals a glance at the door, watching as Mael Hunter, his straight-married friend, approaches with purposeful strides. The two men exchange heated looks beneath their masks, and as they come together in this clandestine meeting, all of Mathieu’s senses are heightened.
Mael closes the distance between them, his fingers tracing the line of Mathieu’s jaw before their lips connect in a rough kiss that speaks of unspoken desires and buried curiosities. A wanton groan escapes Mathieu as Mael’s tongue plunders his mouth, tasting of sin and dark promises. The straight hunk teases Mathieu’s lips apart, demanding entrance and submission. And Mathieu, he is all too eager to comply.
As they trade open-mouthed kisses that grow more feverish by the second, hands begin to roam. Mael’s fingers dance up Mathieu’s chest before settling atop his swelling cock, eliciting another needy sound from Mathieu’s lips as the man grinds against him through stiff fabric. The pressure builds between them, creating an electric friction that threatens to ignite at any moment.
Mael’s curiosity ignites like a flame. He drops to his knees before Mathieu and gazes up at him through heavy-lidded eyes. “May I?” he asks, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down Mathieu’s spine. And then, without waiting for a response, Mael frees Mathieu’s straining dick from its confines and wastes no time taking it to the back of his throat.
“Holy fuck,” Mathieu gasps as Mael begins to suck him off with such enthusiasm it’s almost obscene. He feels his legs tremble as Mael’s lips and tongue worship his throbbing length. This isn’t some tentative experimentation from a closeted man; this is pure hunger – an insatiable lust for more that sears Mathieu’s very soul.
Mael’s mouth moves faster, greedier as he deep throats Mathieu’s cock over and over again. He gags slightly as he pushes himself further than ever before – seemingly eager to test his own limits. The sound is wickedly carnal – a filthy symphony that resonates in the room and sets Mathieu’s blood on fire.
With every stroke, Mathieu feels himself nearing the edge. He reaches down to tangle his fingers in Mael’s hair, guiding him with rough urgency. Their eyes lock as Mael gazes up at him through thick lashes, eyes glistening with need and desire that mirrors Mathieu’s own.
“Fuck,” Mathieu growls through gritted teeth. “You need to stop, Mael…before I explode.” But even as he says it, he knows there’s no turning back now. Not when they’re both drowning in this sea of unbridled lust that threatens to consume them whole.
Mael pulls away with a soft pop that leaves Mathieu’s cock glistening with spit and precome. Before he can even take a breath, Mael spins him around, bending him over the nearby chair. He yanks down Mathieu’s pants with a speed that speaks of urgent need. Pants pool around Mathieu’s ankles as he braces himself against the chairback.
He feels Mael’s fingers ghosting over his crease before teasingly swirling around his tight opening. One digit breaches him slowly at first but gains speed as Mathieu’s body welcomes the intrusion. He pushes back into the touch, ceding control to Mael in an act of pure filthy trust that sends heat surging through him.
Two fingers follow suit before three. Each push deeper than the last as if testing Mathieu’s boundaries – seeing how much he can take. Each time Mael curls his digits inside of him, it sends a jolt of pleasure up Mathieu’s spine which only serves to stoke the fire building within him.
Finally, Mael removes his fingers entirely. Mathieu feels empty momentarily before he hears the sound of fabric rustling – a condom wrapper being torn open. Then the head of Mael’s cock presses against his opening.
“Ready?” Mael asks, breath hot against Mathieu’s ear.
“Yes…fuck me,” Mathieu begs.
And then Mael is inside him, filling him up completely. The initial burn gives way to an all-consuming pleasure that radiates throughout Mathieu’s body.
They move together, finding a rhythm that drives them both closer and closer to the edge. Each thrust harder than the last until neither can hold back anymore.
Mael’s release triggers Mathieu’s own. With one final swallowing moan, Mathieu spills himself all over the fabric of his tuxedo jacket – a stark contrast against the dark material that signifies the ultimate act of surrender and sinful decadence.
Panting heavily, they both still as their breathing evens out. Neither speaks nor moves for several moments as aftershocks ripple through them both.
Eventually, Mael pulls out gently and steps back, leaving Mathieu feeling strangely hollow without him there. They clean themselves up in silence before straightening their clothing and leaving the room together – two men forever changed by their illicit encounter.
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