We first see the drifter—Chris Dano—drifting along. Then as we see Paul Morgan returning home we hear an earlier conversation as he bids goodbye to his wife before taking her to a plane. Looking out the window he spies the humpy Chris sunning himself by the pool. Chris is only wearing a posing strap and his muscles are on full display. Paul (playing a stupid hetero twit) suggests Chris move on. But Chris shows Paul his balls. N0—not those between his legs—but a pair of Chinese steel balls of the kind used to calm nerves or exercise arthritic hands. These are special balls however. As soon as Paul touches them he gets a brief erotic vision and immediately asks Chris: “Would you like to stay for dinner?”
After dinner playing with Chris’ balls (the steel ones) Paul sees two studs making out on the sofa: Sebastian and Dirk Adams. Sebastian is a handsome Latino with a nicely haired chest. Dirk is a sullen semi-twink. I found Dirk’s bushy balls fascinating—you very seldom see hairy balls anymore and Dirk’s are a veritable grassland (or rather hairland). Dirk sucks Sebastian. Sebastian sucks Dirk. Dirk fucks the gorgeous Latin stud. I’m disappointed that we join them in medias fuck but by the time they move from doggy to missionary things start to rise.
After witnessing the above, Paul asks Chris: “Would you like to spend the night?” That night Paul sneaks down the hall to the guest room where he finds a sleeping and naked Chris lying on his back. Sneaking into the room Paul begins to fondle the steel balls instead of Chris’ more inviting flesh ones. This brings a vision of Johnny Thrust and Jeff D Kota on a bed with Jeff swallowing dick. Jeff was (and I hope still is) a sexy little blond that always caused testicle-tingle. He was (and I hope still is) one of the rare performers in American porn who was uncut. Johnny was average except for lots of cheap tattoos. We cut away from the Kota-Thrust suck-n-fuck a couple of times to find Paul licking the steel balls. (Lick the flesh ones, you idiot!) After a search for headcheese on Johnny’s part, Jeff thrusts himself down on Johnny’s dick. Once again the best part is when the fuck ends up missionary. Discovering at the scene’s conclusion that he is now licking Chris’ balls instead of the steel ones, Paul flees to the sanctity of his own bedroom.
The next day as Paul is in the pool and Chris is sunbathing beside it, Paul brags about his wife. He then suggests that Chris come in the pool. When Chris tells him he doesn’t have a bathing suit Paul says it doesn’t matter as they’re both guys. Chris says he would feel funny without a suit while Paul is wearing one, so Paul removes his. Once in the pool Chris kisses him.
“I’m not gay,” Paul stammers. “I have a wife. I love her.” He jumps from the pool and flees.
In the bathroom where he has take refuge he sees the silver balls. He also imagines seeing a hot twosome in the shower: Dirk Adams and Dean Maxwell. Dirk goes down on Dean who soon returns the favor and adds a bit of ass munching. This is exceptionally well photographed and brought me to rapid attention. I didn’t like it that there was a jump cut to the fuck already in progress, (I like to see these things start!) Dirk administers a standing fuck to the hirsute Dean whom I suddenly realize resembles George W. Bush.
As he leaves the bathroom, more shaken up than ever, Paul gets a phone call from wifey who tells him she’s not coming home as she’s found another man. (Obviously the sex between her and Paul wasn’t as good as he thought when bragging to Chris.) Chris appears in the doorway. He apologizes to Paul for the kiss and says he’s leaving. Paul yells after to him to wait. He tells Chris about the phone call and finds consolation with Chris’ cock up his ass. He also fucks Chris. (We are told that is the first time Dano bottomed.) The next morning Paul finds a note from Chris saying he’s drifting on. Now with first the wife leaving and then Chris, if I were Paul I’d begin to think I was rather lacking in the sex department.
Viewing and reviewing this one was hard for me—and I don’t mean that in the usual sense. I tried to be objective and indeed must admit that my nemesis did a good job in the acting, but I still felt uneasy watching this because of him. I loved the plot. It was good to look at. The direction was okay. The sex was too. Not having my hang-up you’ll like it more. I do look forward to the sequel. My bugaboo’s not in that.