Cruisin' The Castro

In a mock-umentary lead-in, the narrator intones "today, 130 years later (than the Gold Rush, apparently), another group of men is invading San Francisco... They come not for gold, but to fulfill their special need - they are cruisin' the Castro."

On a sunny rooftop, two shirtless, tussled brunets mash for a while before descending into a dark attic. Clad in leather pants, one guy gnaws on the other's tight, faded blue jeans. In very tight, condomless close-ups, the leather guy fucks him, cums a little bit and then goes back to pounding butt.

Up next, two urban cowboys - one boy-next-door brunet, the other a shaggy, weathered blond with a handlebar 'stache and oversize pimp shades - get it on in a makeshift farmhouse (in the middle of San Francisco - go figure). The pair lick each other's bodies up and down and shift into a perfect 69 session - all set to a twangy country soundtrack.

Elsewhere, a mustached brunet walks into a room, licking his lips as he spies on the wall pictures of Peter Berlin from Nights in Black Leather and Tom of Finland drawings. Sticking his hands in his jeans, he pulls out his very hard, very large dick and beats off while being voyeured. Trying to get his dick into his own mouth, he manages to lick the tip and eventually cums all over his face and struggles to swallow every drop.