The story is so good, that Michael blows his load back at the campfire. But even orgasmic relief is not enough to soften his cock! He keeps on stroking while Mike looks on in amazement. After refreshing the fire (watch out Michael--don't get too close or you will end up with a cooked hot dog!), Mike tells another story that keeps the sexual energy white-hot.
Mike, you see, is really depraved. For hundreds of years Englishmen have been in sexual bondage in a stupefied Victorian daze. As soon as Mike hit the shores of America, butts around the nation clenched tight out of fear--with a bit of anticipation mixed in. Mike fucked his way across the Great Plains, over the Rocky Mountains, and finally ended up broke and lonely on a ranch in Sonoma County. There he took a menial job as a day laborer shoveling you-know-what from a pigsty. While working hard to please the pig-master, he spots Sean Harris walking up the road, shirtless and in a sexy cowboy hat. Uh Oh...Those jeans are sure tight, he thought, reflecting upon his growing boner. As Sean gets closer, so does Mike! Could it be Sean's stunning chest, full of hair and sweat? Ah, the joy of writing these movie descriptions!!
Anyway, back to the story--Sean gets a blowjob that showcases his magnificent torso, his smile telling us all that Englishmen give great head! But Mike wants more, so he turns his Marlboro Man around and eats his ass, diving in to warm up his catch for a nice afternoon fuck. Mike throws Sean in the wheel barrel and delivers a pounding that reverberates thru the trees. Then, for another fucking position, they jump on a tractor and fuck and fuck and fuck until daylight begins to fade...Cumshots at Sundown could be the name of this excellent scene...