West Coast Cadets, a mostly al fresco military manfest, is a decent effort that delivers some jumbo pieces for those who care about that sort of thing. The opening coupling is one of the highlights - a groan-filled flesh party starring real-life lovers Evans and Banes. Banes's near-smoothness contrasts nicely with Evans's hirsute he-man chest. These boys love what they do, and they love each other's bodies even more. After some spirited suckee-suckee, Evans kicks off a lengthy chow-down on Banes's heavily forested balloon-knot. It's like he's got shag carpeting down there! After Evan's gets a mouthful of fur, he risks rug burn by poking the aforementioned fuzz-tunnel with his ding-dong. Then they flip-flop, so that Evans is on the receiving end of a red-hot man sword. Groans, yelps, whinnies, bleats and caterwauling are heard as the act reaches its climax. The next scene is a suck n' fuck between Fleece and Schneider. Fleece certainly has an impressive pickle! Then Mann sucks Thrust's extra large dingle and endures the huge schlong relentlessly plowing his ass. The film's final scene is also a goodie. The wondrously over-endowed Spike has his legendary organ spit-shined by Knight. The scene blends a slow eroticism with a fiery passion that's sure to put some tingle in your dingle. Cast: George Fleece, Spike, Barry Schneider, Johnny Thrust, Eric Evans, Brent Banes, Michael Knight, Eric Mann
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