Paul Walker and Billy Rubens may claim to be a couple of straight army buddies, but given the eagerness with which they “entertain” Alex Silvers (having trawled the internet to find him) it’s difficult not to suspect that they each harbour a slightly queerer persona than they’d possibly like to admit. One thing is certain, however, and that’s that blond twink Silvers has absolutely no doubt about what he likes; and, having been invited over by the guys in khaki, he’s round like a shot to enjoy every hard, uncompromising inch of dick on offer. It’s a move that doesn’t fail to go unnoticed by Walker in particular, who promptly engages in some colourful language as Silvers deep-throats Rubens; but you don’t need to be an expert to appreciate the young lad’s enthusiasm, and it’s no surprise at all that the fellow is soon being energetically spit-roasted like some common slut. Then again, of course, that’s pretty much what Silvers is – a characteristic that’s only underlined when he promptly sits on Walker’s oversized knob and rides the bastard for all he’s worth. In truth, this is a guy who’d be out in the community being banged by every stud going even if he wasn’t doing it for the money as a porn-star; and it’s pretty obvious that he’s in seventh heaven when the two military boys finally squirt an almost unbelievable quantity of goo – in Walker’s case, rather noisily! – all over his smooth, hairless chest. Not that either soldier seems to appreciate his efforts. Balls emptied and their libidos satisfied, they immediately tell the youngster to fuck off. And who said romance was dead ...?