While not as out-an-out scorching as previous Beef Jerky scenes (I still find myself all a-go-go over super-yummy Camil Tucker's pack smacker) Radovan Grunberk's jerking of his beef proved quite satisfying, especially if you're looking for something to pop your cork to that isn't too "involved."
Like the previous four scenes, there's no set-up at all - we get right into the good stuff immediately. It opens upon Radovan sitting on a colorful sofa in a room filled with natural light. After doffing his rather unfortunate attire (a bad Chess King-looking upturned-collared shirt, and always-wrong knee-length jean shorts - whose belt buckle causes quite a thunderous thwap upon hitting the laminate floor) he lays back goes to town. He's got what I'd describe as an above-average cock, which I found refreshing. Hey, I live for elephant-sized dongs, but sometimes "normal" is nice, too.
Radovan gets himself nice and hard, and starts stroking his foreskin-covered cockhead and plump shaft. There's no rough play here; he's very methodical and slow-building in his ways, and I found it quite erotic. Eventually he gets off the sofa and straddles the back of it, one leg in front, giving us nice clear views of his goods. (Once again, director Danny Ray's camerawork is crisp and clear.) He works his foreskin well, soon tapping his ballsack as well as fingering and slapping his tasty pink rosebud. I've mentioned in previous reviews my elation that there's no shitty music to get in the way, and we get to hear every deep breath and low moan. It all builds nicely, resulting in a satisfying - albeit not gloppy enough for my personal tastes - climax.
I'm really digging these scenes from Pop One, and aside from Radovan's poor clothing choices and 90s-era blond-streaked hair, I jerked my beef right along with him - I love that he rests on his haunches right before blowing; good leg strength - and had a gay old time. So, what's next, Pop One boys?