It’s great fun watching three scenes of middle-aged, pudgy, gray-haired Cruise having fun with stunning nude youths. His first friend is Rok, a bushy-headed brunet middle-European of whom Cruise accurately says, “In the United States you’d be called an all-American boy." Cruise quickly peels Rok down to white briefs with an uncut elephant’s trunk dangling from them. Jake, his hand around it, stutters, “My fingers can barely touch." He gets his mouth around it, of course, blissfully compares it with a handy big dildo, sticks his face in Rok’s hairy crack for a long time, laughs along with Rok as Rok face-fucks him, then reverently sucks till his forehead is dripping cum. Red-blond, blue-eyed Blaine, who looks tolerant but baffled by all of Cruise’s attentions and wisecracks, gets his cut pink-candy cock sucked for what he says is the first time. Cruise doesn’t ask if Blaine’s peach-smooth ass has been rimmed before, but Blaine declares it “weird." “Time to get to work," Cruise commands, and Blaine stands and fucks face. Serious-looking, glassy-bald Lutor seems to be observing himself get stripped, fondled like a toy, and sucked. He does all that’s asked of him, including discussing his girlfriend with Cruise. He loosens up a little after he’s creamed on his own sparse bush.

RETAILING: Very good for Cruise fans. He sucks three lookers.