This party’s so hawt, they should have called it a barbeque. Damien Stone is on the prowl at San Francisco’s most notorious intimate sex party, cruising darkened hallways and dank corners in search of his Holy Grail — a throbbing ass that won’t quit. Is it here? Damien peers into a bedroom and amid a sea of bodies sees the gleaming white cheeks of Tony Hunter. They’re firm and chubby, ripe for the harvesting. Damien goes in for the kill, burying his face in the hole like a bloodhound in the bushes of a duck hunt. He drags Tony off to a private bedroom where, after warming him up with more voracious ass-eating, impales him on his thick penis. Tony is willing prey. He rides his Damien like a pig on a spit-roast, twisting and rotating into every conceivable position until both dudes burst, sweat dripping and juices flowing. Fingers, prepare to be licked.