San Francisco

This is an amiable film, excellently photographed and structured in leisurely sequences rather than the usual short and often disjointed scenes of less ambitious porn.

A young Colorado man, vibrant, uncut, swim-built Scott Andersen, sets out on a quest to locate his
lifelong idol, porn star J.W. King, in San Francisco - but not before having sex with his roommate David
Wilcox one more time. Generous closeup footage captures their hard head-over-heels fucking and expressive
facial reaction shots.


While hitchhiking, Andersen is "compelled" to suck off a highway patrolman Clint Lockner. While Lockner
commands in his deep baritone voice to "take hold of it" and "put your mouth on it," Andersen eats and chokes
on his large hardon. The action is intercut with quick shots of the officer's leathers and other
paraphernalia, meant to convey Andersen's rising fear and distaste. After a long, hearty face-fucking,
Lockner blows his wad in the youth's mouth.


In San Francisco, while searching for King at a gym, Andersen witnesses a blowjob in the locker room. He's
told about a nearby King film festival, to which he goes, thus missing a dynamite threeway among three hunky
gym bunnies - Will Seagers, Mickey Squires and Miles Mitchell. In a scene emphasizing oral sex, the three
mouth dick like pigs. Rimming ensues, followed by butt-plowing, resulting in juicy orgasms, including one in
the ass.


At the movie theater, there's action happening all over the place. Andersen jacks off in his seat while he
watches King on the screen performing a very erotic j/o act. There's also a torrid duo in an alleyway between
King and Keith Allen ("a whacked-out hippy", according to Manshots). Larger-than-life close-ups capture a hot
rimming session doggie style, lengthy cocksucking, fucking while the bottom holds his ankles, and cumming
onto faces. The pairing is intercut with footage of various patrons sucking and fucking in the back of the
theater.


The film ends with Andersen going back to the gym, only to discover King in the shower - quest complete!
Scottie finally makes it with his idol, getting his ass filled and taking a royal load on his tongue. The
scene is an appropriate and satisfying climax, both sexually and emotionally.


King, with his enthusiastic sucking, fucking, and kissing, shows us why he was the emperor of gay sex
films of the Seventies. When was the last time you saw a man devour another man he's kissing? King's
magnificent face, body, cock, and uninhibited lovemaking are memorable. Andersen, unfortunately, cannot live
up to his idol. This film is a fine tribute to mature men, J.W. King in particular, and gay living and loving
in the pre-AIDS era.