Menu disappears before you can click on anything, and pre 7/13/1995 movie starts. Flashbulbs click throughout four black/black scenes which are in such thin color they seem printed on tissue paper. In what looks like a storage facility, a plump, bubble-butted guy buggers a skinny, peroxided one over a folding table which shakes noisily while the fucker’s tits bounce. His balls hitting his—shall we say "full?"-- thighs as he jacks make the thighs quiver. Soloman gets a sturdier workbench in a tool shed to fuck a dude as dark as he. A baldy with a belly buggers a guy back in the storage shed. Best scene; back in the tool-shed a man with cornrows and a pony-tail whips out a dick as long as his ponytail and fucks a guy who made a valiant attempt to suck that thing (the color even seems to improve). Soundtrack is an often bizarre mixture of street sounds, dogs barking, inappropriate music, and directorial comments.