A blond dude who's fussing around the house after his wife has left is told by a brunet pal, "We could have a little fun." The blond stops, says "Really?" and gets answered orally. But you know what married men are used to. Blond sucks and fucks Brunet's eager asshole over an easy chair. After Blond comes, Brunet eases himself manually, and then cuddles his own balls. On a sofa, two truckdriver types with tattoos and tan-lines neck under a print of God about to touch fingers with Adam.

Between bouts of mutual sucking, one eats out the big, pale, round butt of the other. You may be surprised by which one gets fucked over the couch's arm. And fucked. And fucked.

In a much more polite scene, a middle-class-looking man sucks awake a sleeping man and gets his pants pulled down and his crack fingered for thanks. Their unhurried and romantic sixty-nine rather suddenly cuts to a pastel buttfuck like something out of a young daydream. The camera treats their conjoined crotches like a natural wonder. Tired but happy, they jack.

Next, two of Bacchus' most dependable daddies, Stephen Richards and the graying European who is probably using the name Mark, have a very friendly fuck. Mark's a proud, passionate bottom who sucks harder the faster Richards finger-fucks him. Horse-hung Richards fucks some mouth first, then that eager, upheld ass. Mark seems more eager for Richards' load even than for his own.

In the final pair, the shaveheaded one rims and milks the crophaired one, then gives him a good, solid, basic, hairy-bellied, hairy-holed fuck.