Humpy Hour

"Ever been in a bar in the middle of the afternoon when there were just a few customers? This place looks like the typical neighborhood watering hole: bar, pool table and guys pretending that they just dropped by for a coupla be-azz (thatís Brooklyn talk, yíall!). Rest assured, theyíre scouting for some ass.

HUMPY HOUR (filmed on location in a San Francisco tavern) was directed by Scott Morris (master of the up-your-butt video cam) and features some familiar faces, dicks and assholes (I didnít mean it that way!) The patrons are all rough Fulsom/Polk Street types that youíd find in any typical flog me / degrade me bar.

After Sean Masters makes a brazen play for the bartender (Steve Parker), the entire saloon erupts into a small, nasty orgy. Cocksuckers drop to their knees burying their noses in crotch hair, nuts are licked and holes fucked. As Andrew Peters feasts on Brad Davisí balls, Brad urges him to plow his ass next. Vince Stallion (a favorite of hairy-crotch aficionados) lewdly spreads his thighs while John Truitt deep throats his fat cock. John (lucky bimbo) eventually gets the shit fucked out of him by Stallion, who is not known for being gentle with anal receptives. Parker steps behind Truitt and slams his cock home, followed by some very sexy tongue kissing by the duo.

Vince branches out and corn holes burly Peters while he feeds on Davisí rod. I donít know who has the furriest crotch, but both Vince and Steve looked mighty sexy!!! A plot twist occurs when Vince approaches patron Duncan Murphy (non sexual role). Turns out that Murphy, whoís been watching the proceedings, is Stallionís lover and insists that they leave, now! Wow what happened? Did Murph get jealous? Oh, those unpredictable open marriages!

Brad, whoís been whoring heavily with several dudes, again offers his ass to Peters who lays some serious pipe as Davis feasts on Sean Mastersí sausage. Before you can say, pass the lube, dude, Steve is ramming his cock up Andrewís butt, while Truitt goes down on Sean. Whatís the name of this bar? Le Whorehouse?

The action moves to the pool table where bottoms inhale more dick up their hinnies. Wisely, they cover the green with a rubber sheet because the cum flows like the Mississippi. Easy-nooky boys, Brad and John take on the dicks like true sluts on their backs, legs up."