Release Year: 2002
Studio: Rascal Video, Channel 1 Releasing
Cast: Robbie Angel, Matt Summers, Kyle Kennedy, Trent Atkins, Joe Foster, Nick Capra, Paul Johnson, Anthony Holloway, Christopher Michaels, Damon Ivy
Director: Chi Chi LaRue

Leave it to Miss Chi Chi to concoct such a lurid triple entendre. In the Can is a polished assortment of "filmed" performance vignettes. One’s got a throne-room motif, but all of em boast mega jocks being greedily drank and feverishly buried... in the can.

While time in advance of a discharge, muscly, furry/clipped-chested Paul Johnson acquires the hotness going with a lusty self-gratification session on a stepladder. As Paul writhes about prying apart his own tushy gap, in strolls salivatingly beautiful chap cock Joe Foster and suggests a moist schlong for the tasting. Paul greedily deep-chokes on Jason’s sizeable prong, and after some mutual groping and grinding of their dongs under every other’s nut sacks, and after a perspired rim-chewing session, Paul takes a determined bounce on Joe’s subrigid wang.

We meet darksome haired dreamboat Nick Capra as his face is buried in the seat of a couple of denims worn by even-dreamier Trent Atkins. Trent pokes his own aperture a bit and suggests a suckle of his well-traveled fingers to Nick. Slurp, slurp. Jeans yanked down, Nick peels off Trent’s tightie-whities and thrusts his tongue into the boy’s taut cherry gap.

Before Trent even has time to totally remove his jeans, Nick’s big beef is firmly implanted betwixt his constricted youthful hungry buttocks. Then comes some cocksucking for 2, then Trent takes yet one more bouncy seat on Nick’s lap.

More sexy stickiness ensues: Damon Ivy receives it on with Christopher Michaels in the men’s throne room by the urinals, positioned in front of a strategic magnificence aperture. Spying on em is Anthony Holloway, and that guy enters brandishing a mighty large knob. Christopher sucks 'em the one and the other, during the time that a newcomer grabs the vacated glory-hole seat: puppy--adorable Robbie Angel, who proves to be just as devilish a sex-fiend as the rest of the chaps when this guy joins the group and makes it a four-way, rim-chewing, hole-cramming jubilee.

Last, and almost any of course not least, is lusciously cute goat lad (i.e. smooth torso, way-hairy legs - yum!) Matt Summers (who, by the way, is too the poster guy for my perpetual erection, don'tcha know). Outside on the veranda, Matt acquires his fuzzy caboose tongue-shellacked by me, er, I mean by smooth Kyle Kennedy, who suggests a right large bone for Matt to have a hearty bounce on. That this guy does, and stud oh fellow, when our chap Matt discharges his load, his body convulses wildly and this chab let us loose a series of throaty groans and grunts that will send a giddy shudder throughout your bod, also. If that doesn’t thrill u, the sight of Matt’s face getting splattered with Kyle’s pearly cock juice surely will.

Format: avi
Duration: 01:35:25
Video: 708x530, DivX 5, 1464 kbps
Audio: 192 kbps

File size: 1.1 GB