Second-rate moviemaking, but surrender, mankind! Sammy Case is first-class fuck-flesh. Fans of machismo might sneer at him, but worshipers of girlish fauns would pay $1,000 for ten minutes in his shivering chute. In a nearly-lisping whisper, he first tells what he likes done to his ass, then introduces a duo and four solos mostly featuring considerably butch-er, professionally flirtatious teases who aren't bad either. But of course the main event is slave Sammy, wearing only a lariat around his neck, straining his rose-petal lips and expansive asshole to take ten inhumanly thick inches from aptly-named Danny Boy Big. Only complaints: we never get a close-up of Sammy's anus, and the fuck is far too fast-but who can blame Danny for popping prematurely in that ass?