On colorful sets familiar from other Magnus movies, six very different dudes flub their dubs. Crowd noises are on the soundtrack at times, as if the movie was shot in a corner of a department store. On the orange sofa, a squat wrestler type leers and flexes his huge muscles, of which he looks justifiably proud. You could homestead on his pecs. Pretty capably, he strip-teases before he ever shows a nice, curved cock. He beats his belly and the sofa-arm with it. The camera misses his cumshot. An Italian-looking dude who seems a little over-aged for his skateboarder outfit kisses a dollar-sign necklace and dances without music. He beats above-average meat and dumps ribbons of creamy cum below his hairy navel. A black dude in glasses and a white East Indian-type suit reclines on a red sofa and lets sizable dick out to play. In jacket and lowered shorts throughout, he twists a very small load from it. A huge, rather beautiful, possibly Mexican-Indian dude in camouflage-print head-hanky and matching jockey shorts reclines on an orange cushion and gives a good show of ecstasy jerking a thick dick. A perfect stripe of cum reaches just below his tits. 23 year old blond surfer/skateboarder Williams, a self-declared "grower, not a show-er," doesn’t know what his type of man is. His pink cock grows nicely out of an attractively scruffy pubic bush, which he quickly spurt-sprinkles with dewy semen. Stocky 31 year old shavehead Wadsworth sounds intelligent, likes anal, but "it’s kind of hard to find a girl who’s into that." He’s stripped in gay clubs in Mexico. He slaps his lengthy dick a few times, then jacks tensely on tiptoe so his firm tits jiggle. He pops a small, creamy wad, and jokes, "Coming soon to a theatre near you."