When Manuel puts on a show, he wants to make sure you're watching. His cynical intelligence commands attention. He's like that young gay-curious neighbor we all fantasize about... you know the one that skipped class because he knew it was your day off. Suddenly, you get a knock at your door and he's standing there looking at you with those pouting lips, asking for a massage. One thing leads to another when you find your left hand rubbing over his hairy chest, your right hand is wrapped around his uncut cock and there's cum all over your new leather sofa.