Phil St. John, the ultimate urban-porn director, dives into the Czech woods and comes back with a damned good-looking outdoor fuckfest. He's assisted enormously by the stunning beauty of the Czech wilderness' poster-blue lakes and postcard-pretty pines, which set off the golden bodies of his cock-heavy cast like velvet spread out to display precious jewels. His models aren't greased till they're glassy and glossy. They look like real human hunks, with touchable, sweaty skin-textures. They assume they're going to have sex, and already have blankets spread for it. The tops don't have to do a lot of seducing. After some sensuous mutual sucking, the bottoms hop right onto their dicks, or thrust their smooth, bulbous butts out for immediate banging. St. John's fuckers don't pose awkwardly to show off their muscles while fucking. They keep their eyes on the ass where the action is. After three such dreamy duos in the piney Eden, St. John reverts to type with a rollicking threeway behind an abandoned building whose participants have to take off biker shirts and skateboarder shorts, a mood-breaking comic interlude before his finale. Two tall, handsome woodsmen have a sexually inconclusive wrestling match, then jack off. One of them (Eric Flower) wanders off to a field and finds shaggy-haired Riko fucking Pavel. Riko gladly yields Pavel's yawning hole to the woodsman's wood. A couple of special treats: the two woodsmen, quite nude, wheeling a barrow of firewood along a country lane with their foreskins wagging, and the best-looking man in the movie, Peter, popping an endless load watching the twink trio.