Hand-held hard-ons. Curious compilation of over 20 close-up masturbation mini-movies made by a gay rights pioneer in the back room of his bookstore in San Francisco in the 1970s. Off screen the director (with a Missouri drawl) encourages and directs (sometimes over-directing) dudes he persuaded to play with themselves for his video camera. The men can see their meat on a monitor. We see some faces, and some bodies, but often just pants down and shirts up to shuck. They do't rush, but they do gush. Most wipe up, but one smears a load in his chest-hair. Nice line:"Do't get it on your sweater"

Fondler fou's ice-cream-cone-shaped cock takes forever to cum, exciting Hal (our director) to crank his own considerable cone. Two sniff amyl, two suck themselves, one fucks himself, one pair suck and shuck each other, some wear cockrings, one has his balls most cruelly bound, one wears a ruffle-trimmed jockstrap, two must wear their baseball caps to climax (?!), one cums soft, two cum in their own mouths, one keeps stopping to smoke, but by whatever means, stomachs clutch, torsos tense, and cocks pop long-ago wads. All you get is cock, but you ca't beat meat.