Face to Face
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This is an amiable film, excellently photographed and structured in slowly vignettes rather than the usual brief and oftentimes disjointed scenes of less ambitious porn. A young Colorado man, vibrant, uncut, swim-built Scott Andersen, sets out on a quest to locate his lifelong idol, pornography starlet J.W. King, in San Francisco - but not before having bang-out with his roomy David Wilcox one more time. Generous closeup footage captures their stiff head-over-heels plumbing and expressive facial cumshot answer shots. While hitchhiking, Andersen is "" to blowage a highway patrolman Clint Lockner. While Lockner directions in his deep baritone voice to "take hold of it" and "put your mouth on it," Andersen gobbles and gasps on his giant hardon. The act is intercut with swift shots of the officers leathers and other paraphernalia, meant to convey Andersens rising dread and distaste. After a long, hearty face-fucking, Lockner blows his guy goo in the youths mouth. In San Francisco, while searching for King at a gym, Andersen sees a blowage in the locker room. Hes told about a nearby King film festival, to which he goes, thus missing a dynamite 3 way among three macho gym bunnies - Will Seagers, Mickey Squires and Miles Mitchell. In a sequence emphasizing suck off sex, the three mouth lollipop like pigs. Anilingus ensues, followed by butt-plowing, resulting in yummy orgasms, including one in the ass. At the movie theater, theres act happening all over the place. Andersen jacks off in his seat while he witnesses King on the screen performing a highly softcore j/o act. Theres also a red-hot couple in an alleyway inbetween King and Keith Allen ("a whacked-out hippy", according to Manshots). Larger-than-life close-ups grab a super-steamy asslicking session doggie-style style, long cocksucking, plumbing while the bottom holds his ankles, and spunking onto faces. The pairing is intercut with footage of various patrons inhaling and plumbing in the back of the theater. The film completes with Andersen going back to the gym, only to detect King in the douche - quest complete! Scottie eventually makes it with his idol, getting his ass packed and taking a royal blast on his tongue. The sequence is an adequate and satisfying climax, both sexually and emotionally. King, with his ecstatic sucking, fucking, and kissing, demonstrates us why he was the emperor of homo bang-out films of the Seventies. When was the last time you witnessed a man devour another man hes kissing? Kings handsome face, body, cock, and unshod fucky-fucky are memorable. Andersen, unfortunately, cannot live up to his idol. This film is a great tribute to mature men, J.W. King in particular, and homo living and luving in the pre-AIDS era.
This is an amiable film, excellently photographed and structured in slowly vignettes rather than the usual brief and oftentimes disjointed scenes of less ambitious porn. A young Colorado man, vibrant, uncut, swim-built Scott Andersen, sets out on a quest to locate his lifelong idol, pornography starlet J.W. King, in San Francisco - but not before having bang-out with his roomy David Wilcox one more time. Generous closeup footage captures their stiff head-over-heels plumbing and expressive facial cumshot answer shots. While hitchhiking, Andersen is "" to blowage a highway patrolman Clint Lockner. While Lockner directions in his deep baritone voice to "take hold of it" and "put your mouth on it," Andersen gobbles and gasps on his giant hardon. The act is intercut with swift shots of the officers leathers and other paraphernalia, meant to convey Andersens rising dread and distaste. After a long, hearty face-fucking, Lockner blows his guy goo in the youths mouth. In San Francisco, while searching for King at a gym, Andersen sees a blowage in the locker room. Hes told about a nearby King film festival, to which he goes, thus missing a dynamite 3 way among three macho gym bunnies - Will Seagers, Mickey Squires and Miles Mitchell. In a sequence emphasizing suck off sex, the three mouth lollipop like pigs. Anilingus ensues, followed by butt-plowing, resulting in yummy orgasms, including one in the ass. At the movie theater, theres act happening all over the place. Andersen jacks off in his seat while he witnesses King on the screen performing a highly softcore j/o act. Theres also a red-hot couple in an alleyway inbetween King and Keith Allen ("a whacked-out hippy", according to Manshots). Larger-than-life close-ups grab a super-steamy asslicking session doggie-style style, long cocksucking, plumbing while the bottom holds his ankles, and spunking onto faces. The pairing is intercut with footage of various patrons inhaling and plumbing in the back of the theater. The film completes with Andersen going back to the gym, only to detect King in the douche - quest complete! Scottie eventually makes it with his idol, getting his ass packed and taking a royal blast on his tongue. The sequence is an adequate and satisfying climax, both sexually and emotionally. King, with his ecstatic sucking, fucking, and kissing, demonstrates us why he was the emperor of homo bang-out films of the Seventies. When was the last time you witnessed a man devour another man hes kissing? Kings handsome face, body, cock, and unshod fucky-fucky are memorable. Andersen, unfortunately, cannot live up to his idol. This film is a great tribute to mature men, J.W. King in particular, and homo living and luving in the pre-AIDS era.
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