It begins with Brad Devlyn, a cute young twink with a very light dusting of chest hair, being accosted by Sam Crockett and Kyle Becker who force him to go home with them and suck ther cocks. It’s supposed to be rape, but Brad doesn’t seem to put up much of a fight and is soon sucking away on first one cock and then the other like a gourmet doing a taste test. Sam sits on his face and gets him to eat ass, so Kyle does likewise. Both then fuck him.
It’s three years later and Brad gets an invitation to a summer reunion. Does he say to hell with it and stay home to avoid his rapists? Hell no, he goes. Kyle comes by his room to apologize and relay the info that Sam was killed in a car accident. Brad is cool toward him and says that as a result of the rape he hasn’t had sex in five years. (Hey, I thought it was three years later.)
Eric Hanson is there for sex however, and Kurt Stefano is willing to oblige. (And who wouldn’t be? That’s Eric on the cover. YUM!) Kurt seems to have erection problems. (How can anyone have erection problems around a naked Eric Hanson who—just incidentally—is having sex with you?) He fucks Kurt anyway.
There’s another twosome with blond Brennan Foster and brunet Colby Taylor who have a romp on the sofa where Brad was raped three years ago.
Jordan Young tells Brad that he should forgive his rapist. (The sort of advice you would get from someone who’s had a frontal lobotomy.)
And the next thing we know there’s an orgy going on with all the guys (except Sam who’s dead) plus Kristian Brooks, and Joey Hart and minus Jordan Young who’s no doubt gone off to tell the Jews to forgive Hitler. And guess who’s fucking Brad? Humpy Eric? No, it’s Kyle! There’s Brad on his back and there’s Kyle driving into him just like three years ago. Oy, ve!
Chi Chi LaRue hides under the pseudonym Lawrence David for this one and well he might. After this Brad Devlyn seems to have gone into the woodwork. Pity, I liked him. I liked Eric Hanson too and he survived to do others. I just didn’t care much for the film. It was a quickie effort by a director who hadn’t yet learned his craft and a script that needed a doctor. I realize now that having missed it on VHS, I really didn’t miss much.