The cover tells us: A young mans research into ancient mythology awakens the sexual sprits of the Mojave Sand Gods. When we start the film itself however, up pops the word montage and a definition of same. Then we have a montage as images flow rapidly, lapping over one another in double-exposure. When the montage stops we find a naked Trent Austin blowing the muscular Brad Rock. Now Trent Austin is my favorite twink. (I have variously referred to him as the love of my life and more accurately as the lust of my life.) I find him impish, adorable, and he has a big dick. Brad Rock is an appropriate moniker for this hunk. Built like the proverbial brick shithouse, heunlike most muscular guyshas a dick to match. Of course Trent cant swallow something that big (only Matt Summers could do that) but he certainly does have fun with it and when he changes position to give the hunk a five-star rim job, he drives Brad crazy. That little red tongue just darts right in there. All the while Trents big cock is rock hard. Brad must be incurably straight not to partake of that mothwatering morsel.