But this doesn't detract at all from its sequel, which was made 13 years later and not released until two years after that, in 1986, right in the middle of the Reagan-era AIDS crisis. Still, "Boys in the Sand II," originally released as "Men in the Sand II," not only stands on its own as a film for its time, for condoms are sometimes used (though cum is eaten) it also succeeds brilliantly as both a film and porn. Indeed, I think it's a better porn flick than the original, though it may lack just a bit of the style of the first one.

The flick begins with Casey in the "Meat Rack," the wooded area on Fire Island where he teamed up with Peter Fisk in kicking off the series. This time he's sucking and being sucked by Victor Houston, a fuzzy-chested, balding ball of sexual energy who soon has Casey's unbelievably beautiful, totally white butt pushed up against his loins in a doggy-fuck filled with sounds of sex and grunts from both. Casey shows a bit of paunch here, just a bit, and is a little light in the face, but he still is a great sexual presence, egging Houston on until he cums all over Casey's butt, then plunges that cum-covered cock back into Casey's hole before helping Casey jack off all over him. They leave the woods and shake hands good-bye as Casey heads home, gets his mail, and opens an invitation that says, "Bayside, Tomorrow, Six O'Clock."

Next day, Casey finds his way to the exact spot on the shore where he came out of the bay 13 years prior to greet and exchange places with Peter Fisk. This time, the tables are turned, and now enters Pat Allen, who is actually playing the part in this flick that Casey played in the original -- a blond, toned sexbomb with an all-American face -- and cock to die for. Somewhat more Midwest in the face (Casey was from Philadelphia and looked somewhat Waspy), Pat offers his appreciable cock to Casey and we begin a re-run. They suck and fuck each other, Casey cums on Pat's tongue before Pat spurts an enormous load, and then Casey runs off into the bay, leaving Pat to carry on the tradition.

Pat goes back to Casey's house, moves in, and fucks around -- cruising, shopping and basically looking for that special guy to come along. One night, he hears something out at the pool, and wanders in. There he finds an apparition which turns all too real when he reaches out to touch its naked chest and kiss its beautiful lips and face. This is the diminutive, extremely compact, and beautiful Paul Irish (cross between the "West Wing's" Rob Lowe and "Queer as Folk's" Fabrizio Filippo), who never made another film but should have -- he is spectacular and carries this sequence as though he was starved for sex for a month. His acrobatics inspire Pat to respond like a madman, throwing his face into the smaller man's beautiful ass before plunging his hot cock into the tan-lined bubble-butt and pounding away missionary as they both moan, talk and gasp through a variety of other positions, kissing along the way until Paul goes back to giving some head and then helps Pat get off in one of the great cum-shots in history (production notes say he hadn't cum in four days and never did it again like this time), streams and streams of semen spilling all over Paul's chest and face until Paul wiggles up to take some of it in his mouth and then plunges onto the still-drooling cock with his mouth and deep-throats it clean. (The production notes say they spent at least the night together after that.)

Pat is on the beach the next day when Dave Connors wanders by with Tony Williams. Connors, whose appearances were few but brilliant (best of which was Surge's "One in a Billion") glances back at Pat as if to say, "use your imagination," which is what Pat does. Connors, whose Marine look disguised a hefty appetite for cock, is next seen being serviced in their living room by Tony, an adorable, gymnast-swimmer blond who just adores Connors' huge cock. But when Connors reaches up to grab and swing from a gym ring, into whose mouth does his cock come down but Pat's. We watch this suckfest for a while until a switch in positions gives us Connors sucking on Tony -- who has a massive piece for such a lithe guy. We then go back to Pat getting fucked doggy by Connors and segue into Tony getting porked missionary by him, and cumming while he's being impaled. Connors then cums, and sticks his still-dripping cock back into Tony's hole. The movie ends with Connors going to the beach, meeting up with Pat, shaking his hand, and walking off into the sunset arm in arm. Unreal, dude.