Thunder, takes them downstairs for a quick fuck before handing over the goods. Sean Paris and his Buddy, Chase Dryburgh, drop into a gay club with the hope of buying drugs.
As Sean goes outside to fetch the only remaining garment-his hat-the door shuts on him and he is stranded. Tristan not only takes Sean’s money, but his uniform. Tristan drugs Sean’s drink and gives him a tremendous plowing before the drug takes effect and Sean passes out. Tristan King, a taut blond arrives to do just that. Meanwhile Sean Storm has checked into a motel and ordered a massage. At the end of this more than satisfying scene, Brent is sent to the brig where more anal adventures await him. He also takes Brock’s big boner up his butt as they go though positions 1-5 of the gay Kama Sutra. How often has this trite exchange been the sloppy set-up for sex? The dialogue is much better with the next line: “Then get those pouty lips around my cock.” Which, of course Brent does. “I’ll do ANYTHING” Brent pleads “Anything?” Brock says with overdone suggestiveness. Now the script co-written by Sean Storm is pretty good, but he’s certainly not going to win the Pulitzer for the old clichéd exchange of dialogue that follows. Brent tries to keep from being sent to the brig. He is brought before Brock Masters-who has an even bigger dick-to receive his punishment. Brent is an adorable twink with a super cock, a gap between his teeth, and bee-stung lips that are just made for sucking dick.
Everyone except for Brent Everett who has been caught stealing vodka from the supply room. It opens with a group of seamen heading off for shore leave. In Navy Blues, director Chip Daniels has added another winner to his growing list of super-hot films.