There are three good ideas in this superior j.o. movie: (1) no twinks, (2) letting intimate interviews continue on the soundtrack during jacks, and (3) casting Chad Hunt, who turns out to be a sweet, intelligent fellow despite the gross fantasies his huge dick drives directors to. He recalls with sparkling eyes sharing his lover's ass with a Puerto Rican who had "a dick almost as big as mine." All the guys are interesting. LeMonde pulls his uncut cock as his voice tells us how he realized that "a gay guy can be a man." Shy-yet-sultry Wolfe, jacking with both hands, speaks of fisting and "the warmth and the softness inside someone." Matter-of-fact Marshall fantasizes locker room scenes. Tyler describes elaborate sex games during high school. Vox remembers the awkwardness of early sex. Derringer dreams of taking a man from a woman. But rangy Shaw tops them all when he wrongs his dick while telling us, "I love to bottom. I'm the first to admit it," gives himself a dildo bigger than Chad Hunt's dick, comes the instant it's in him, then sticks it back in and comes again.