In San Francisco, J.W. King shows us why he was a king of gay sex films with his enthusiastic sucking, fucking and kissing. When was the last time you saw a man in a film devour another man he's kissing? King's magnificent face, body, cock, and uninhibited lovemaking are memorable.

This is an amiable film, excellently photographed, that is structured in leisurely sequences rather than the usual short and often disjointed scenes of other movies. A young Colorado man, vibrant and swim-built Scott Andersen, sets out to meet his idol, porn star J.W. King, in San Francisco after having sex with his roommate (David Wilcox) one more time. Close-ups detail much of their sex and head-over-heels fucking, as well as both of their faces. While hitchhiking, uncut Andersen is "forced" to suck off a highway patrolman, Clint Lockner. To baritone talk like, "Take hold of it" and "Put your mouth on it," Andersen chokes on and eats his large hard-on as the camera glimpses things like the officer's leathers and paraphernalia in an effort to intensify Andersen's fear and distaste. Lockner blows his wad in the youth's mouth after a long and hearty face-fucking.

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