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Summary:
Kevin
Williams is the horny star in this classic offering from the
Falcon Studio, which features a bevy of donkey-sized studs plugging
mouths and seeding butts. They sure don't make 'em like they used
to!
Description
/ Review:
"Another offering from Falcon Classics series (all bareback,
of course), and I have to say that it's made worth it by the appearance
of young Kevin Williams, who was later to become a legendary porn
star in his own right.
 The
flick begins with Williams (blond, well-hung and fucking gorgeous!)
calling on the services of escort Chad Douglas - a horse-hung
daddy of a stallion - for a thorough workout of his muscles. Needless
to say, it's the muscle between his legs that gains most attention.
Williams is already stroking himself when Douglas arrives; but
quickly turns his attention to the escort's own shaft, using the
exercise equipment to allow him to slide forward onto Douglas's
cock. Then it's down to some good old-fashioned bareback action,
with Douglas plunging his naked dipstick deep into Williams's
butt - whilst the young twink himself pumps iron! Needless to
say, a sticky climax beckons: Douglas almost spurting before he
can withdraw, and the young gun shooting into his own mouth.
 Leigh
Erickson comes across Steve Wrights in the forest. After giving
Steve compliments he really gets things going by giving him head.
Now that Steve's dick is hard and wet he climbs right up and sits
on it.
 I'm
pleased to say that this isn't the last that we see of Williams.
Fact is, he returns in the third vignette - this time for an encounter
with Tom Brock, whom he discovers waiting for him in bed with
only a pair of white briefs on for modesty. Not that they stay
on for long, for Williams is soon rimming Brock's arsehole; before
Eric Manchester interrupts them by entering through the window.
From that point on, young Williams's pucker doesn't stand a chance.
Before the youngster knows it, Manchester is pounding away at
the trademan's entrance, pummelling that sweet little butt with
naked vengeance. Little wonder that a cascade of ball-snot soon
erupts from all three guys.
 The
final scene marks something of a chance of mood, with Bosch Wagner,
Justin Cade and Scott O'Hara engaging in some toy play and fisting.
In truth it's something of an extreme scenario, and perhaps only
for the more hardened viewer; but don't let it put you off the
flick as a whole. Overall this is a more than decent offering
from the eighties, and a definite must-have for those who enjoy
the antics of a blond bombshell like Kevin Williams.
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