Title is meaningless. Three blond college-age jocks, virtually indistinguishable, and made more so by cloudy videography in the first of three scenes (second and third have clear, sharp color), fool around with an older-looking brunet daddy for eighty-eight minutes with an air-conditioner or perhaps just camera noise sometimes on the soundtrack. On the positive side, there is an air of sneak-peeking, as if the camera was hiding in a closet, which might appeal to the voyeur in you. Back on the negative, there’s a voice now and then which might be the director, and the cameraman’s shadow should have billing. Actually, a blond named Justin is distinguishable by Asian letters tattooed around his navel. The models are faultless, and have believable, sensual sex. Justin cries, "It hurts!" In clearer scenes, a boyish blond fucks the daddy, then daddy and a blond fuck both ends of another blond. Lighting equipment is visible, and a huge pile of rolled towels on a side-table. Movie ends abruptly in the middle of a fuck.