Studio: Thor Productions
Directed by: Thor Stephens
Year of Production / Release: 2002
Country of Production: U.S.A.
Ben Archer
Jon Ashe
Derek Cameron
Sal Correlli
Robert Harvey
Paul Johnson
Jason McCain
Gregg Rockwell
This plot-heavy excursion through the streets and cruising parks of San Francisco boasts a virile group of buff beaus who constantly crave cock.
Derek Cameron is a hopeless sexaholic frequently prone to blackouts when aroused. Poor baby. When we first spot him, he’s waking up naked in broad daylight, smack dab in the middle of Golden Gate Park. How did he get there? (Again.)
Derek’s memory is a bit fuzzy, but he surely remembers debauching himself earlier in the bushes with a gruff, muscular, mustached cruiser (Ben Archer) who deep-plowed his thick tool into Derek’s anxious man hole right there on the grass. Derek also has a faint memory of being stalked by a mysterious hunk clad in leather chaps and straps. Derek wants him bad.
Seeking help, our tormented, cock-starved hero goes to visit adorably sexy (but oh-so-“straight”) Dr. Jason McCain, who recommends Derek attend a group therapy session.
At therapy, we meet exhibitionist Gregg Rockwell, who’s struggling with his prolonged penile erection issues (he struggles by stroking it off right there and then in front of the doc and the other group participants). Later, Gregg strokes off on a rooftop while neighbor Robert Harvey gawks and, soon enough, joins in for some sucking and hole-cramming downstairs in his loft.
We also meet Paul Johnson, a public sex addict who recounts a fiery hook-up fantasy in a lobby reception area with handsome, yuppie type Jon Ashe. Paul’s got a hot sculpted body with hairy clipped pecs, but Jon’s got more of a surprise to reveal: a heavily tattooed and nicely toned body and an alarmingly thick and veiny throbbing cock. As Paul chugs voraciously on Jon’s plump crotch rocket, they’re spotted by an inquisitive pedestrian walking past the bay window! The men take turns slurping on each other’s pink pucker holes and then Jon crams that immense tool of his tightly into Paul’s greedy bottom.
Another group member is caramel-skinned stup puppy Sal Corelli, who is lured to a vacant loft by the mysterious leather stalker Derek has dreamt about. The mystery man slam-fucks Sal, dousing him with a heavy load of his mystery spunk.
Finally, the elusive stalker reveals himself to Derek and they have a juicy rimming and sucking and plowing session that leaves Derek’s piston-fucked mangina thoroughly sated and satisfied. But there’s a fiendish plot twist yet to come…
Overall the plot and dialogue are pretty much laughable, but these well-horned hotties all manage to rise above their own mediocre acting abilities with some dynamic fucking and sucking skills.
Cue shrieking Bernard Herrmann strings.
