You only have to take one passing glance at Nick Vargas to realise that he’s no stranger to physical exercise – a man who heads out to the gym to push some weights having already spent a sweaty hour or two fine-tuning his martial expertise. Not that you’d really expect anything less from a STAXUS model, of course; and meantime young Tony Conrad is clearly keen to emulate his pal’s habits by lifting dumbbells in an effort to pump his guns. In short, these two mates are at the peak of youthful fitness – a fact that director, John Smith, uses to the fullest measure here by pitching them together in an oiled-up wrestling contest. That in itself is a veritable marvel to behold – their greased, handsome bodies rubbing against each other, literally igniting the room with erotic tension in the process. But of course it’s what happens between these two mates when the action finally turns decidedly sexualised that will interest most viewers; with Vargas quickly feasting on Conrad’s now swollen shaft, before the roles are then switched in a bid to return the compliment.