Kudos to Paul Barresi and Mustang in what may be the best release to come from the studio in quite some time. Barresi, no stranger to on-screen sex, is like a human tuning fork, hitting just the right note at just the right pitch with each of the film's five duos. Set inside one of those clothing-optional, all-male resorts, patrons don't bat an eye when a milky-skinned pup is getting a hearty spanking by the pool or leather types are cornholing in an outdoor sling. Here, each disparate scene works because Barresi stacks the action unpredictably. Take Ken Mack, just one of the film's many handsome daddies. Mack's encounter with Bo Matthews is spectacularly multilayered; the manplay starts at the pool, then steams up in the shower, Mack lovingly soaping his buddy's crotch and tender ass. Then it's onto the bed where Mack fiercely paddles Matthew's behind to an angry shade of red. But it's the interracial pairings that blaze particularly hot, particularly Chad Hunt and Eddie Diaz. What begins as a battle of wills between two aggressive, heavy-hung players yo-yos continuously between the sweet and the salty, Hunt caressing and cooing over each inch of Diaz's rock-solid body, then getting nasty with some heady pit swabbing and rimming.

RETAILING: Lots of interracial, big-dicked action, all done in the Mustang flavor.