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Opening with an original song written for the movie Perfect Summer David Sexton's morning wet dream begins when a jet skier scares the fish away and douses a couple lakeside fishermen. A boat chase ensues and soon the heat is on. Robert Harris and Tom Rucker chase down the landed wet jockey (Jon King) and force him into some back woods sucking and fucking. Harris is a voracious fucker and King a wanton bottom. Soon King's friend (Casey Jordan) arrives in time for his escape and to take his place as Robert Harris's eager bottom. Jon King returns after Tom Rucker re-captures him and Robert Harris is again inside his reckless, captured water skier.
Blond hunk Chris Williams spends the afternoon with buddy Robert Harris poolside. Harris recounts the previous encounter with Jordan, King and Rucker to a jealous Williams. Splashes are made and butts are laid as Harris takes a nearby water gun and shoots it into a gyrating Williams. It’s soon replaced by his fat blond cock and the two make lay in the sun on a life raft poolside.
Gym workers John Davenport and Tony Marino energetically suck and fuck in a sauna while muscular, mature, gym-owner’s son Ron Pearson surreptitiously fucks himself with a big black plug in a locker room until John and Tony reveal themselves-feeding his hungry mouth and asshole with their huge dicks before taking compromising photos of the asshole-gym-owner’s son who made them miss out on a party later that night by staying open late.
Jerry Douglas. "Behind the Camera: Steven Scarborough" Manshots Vol. 8 No. 7 Jul. 1996 pg. 66 (Interview)
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