This film in which we are believe that anyone as handsome as Correa is a virgin is only slightly better than average. The unattractive Hawks mars the first scene in the same way that the pencil thin mustache mars the godlike Papillon. The scene with Rhodes and Thompson is a perfunctory performance although Thompson is always a pleasure to view. The scene with Davenport, Davis, and Franco never reaches its full potential. The final scene is indubitably the hottest since few things can surpass the vision of a stiff cock entering the mouth of an idyllic guy. We usually have to go to Kristen Bjorn for that.