Small Town Boy

Small Town Boy functions as the title for a compilation of four Brentwood film loops from the late 1970's. Originally shot to be viewed in porn theaters and preview booths, these short pieces are much different than the narrative driven fare of the contemporary video age. The only reason we know their titles (and the characters' names) is because Bijou Video catalogs all related material from films in their collection, including Brentwood's press material for Small Town Boy.
These short films (sans dialogue, just musical soundtrack) stand the test of time well. Aging footage has been largely restored in the digital remastering process. In terms of horniness factor, the enthusiasm and abandon with which the models fuck one another make these scenes the equal of virtually any porn produced today.

In the first piece, Small Town Boy, Dane (as the original material reveals) walks the streets of San Francisco in his business suit. He is very clean cut, with an "aw shucks, Beav" haircut and a strong jaw. He hits on a woman, gets turned down, and soon comes across a striking blond man. They traipse back to his hotel room and the blond immediately strips down and begins to jack off his cock. Dane pulls his flaccid but huge dick from his white briefs and feeds it to the blonde. The blonde manages to take the entire thing into his mouth and down his throat. Dane tries to stick the devil's lollipop up the blonde's butt. Alas, the ass is not as skilled as the mouth; the blond cannot accommodate Dane's girth. Instead he sits atop Dane and strokes his bone until he shoots a load.

Dane goes back out onto the streets to find someone to fuck. He meets a Bruce Jenner look-alike and takes him back to the hotel. They get naked, smoke a joint, and sixty-nine. Bruce Jenner sits right down on Dane's cock and pumps up and down like he's taking the ride of his life. This time, both guys get to cum_in delicious slow motion no less.

The next segment is called The Customer is Always Right. Handsome Ted gets a variety of services from two very eager salesmen while shopping for an outfit. All three of the performers have big, floppy ball sacs, thick pubes, and slim bodies, but these are about the only highlights of this totally lackluster sequence. The fluid, probing camera work cannot even save this pedestrian ménage-a-trois from mediocrity.

The third segment, entitled Shoot That Load is a solo performance that's spiced up with mirrors and voyeurism. A beefy blond, called Dean in the Brentwood promo material, looks like James Dean and has a James Dean poster on his wall. He rubs his denim-clad crotch while smoking a cigarette. He stands up and admires his rippled torso in the wall-sized mirror adjacent to his bed. He slowly, teasingly, takes off his jeans. His already hard boner, framed by a halo of golden pubes, begs to be squeezed. Dean stands in front of the mirror and jacks off for a few minutes.

Meanwhile, a man sits outside the window in the darkness, a mere shadow really. The viewer becomes this figure as the camera watches Dean play with his ass, the wide shot catching both Dean's facial expressions and image of his puckering pig hole in the mirror.

Solar Energy wraps up the collection. Two ranch hands, one blonde and one brunette, get busy under the blinding light of the desert sun. The scene is quite beautiful, but it's best as a contrast to the darkness of Shoot That Load.