Amateur shelf. Four first-rate j.o. scenes (one a duo) with straight servicemen, plus a gentle, juicy fuck session between two gay sailors.
First-rate j.o. movie with no flight deck-just the sun deck of the house where the director brings straight servicemen, whom he pays to masturbate for his camera. There's also a pair of gay sailors who do a friendly but forceful fuck scene for him. He lets them fuck uninterrupted, but he talks with the straight masturbators while they're wanking, keeping up a line of envious teasing, trying to get them to admit to gay experiences or urges. But when he mentions dick, they think only of girls (except two who have lately been blown by buddies). The response he wants from them is a mystery to which they're indifferent. They just want their money. It's a power play on his part to tell them how long to jerk their impressive dicks, and what direction to shoot their wads in (on their chests). He must get off on knowing that the angelic blond he makes blush was on the only guided missile ship keeping alien planes away from the west coast after 9/11. It seems impossible that such a pretty thing is a warrior until you see him become a growling, spastic beast as he comes.