Dean Johnson was a smooth, toned redhead with killer abs and a tan line, who worked all through the 1990s. Watching him move gave the impression that he was trained as a dancer. Often in his scenes he would do a split, an elegant cartwheel, walk on his hands or some such thing. Dean was a almost always a bottom. One of his best performances, and one of the most romantic fucks on film, is in Mirage (JVP 058). The for-lovers-only coupling of Dean and Tim Barnett is the soul of the film. They ensconce themselves in a pristine lagoon with a waterfall that is lighted at night by gas flames. Oblivious to onlookers, of which there are several, the lovers dance a sexual pas de deux which lasts from high noon to full moon. Reveling under a waterfall with your cock in your lover's mouth; basking on a sun-drenched boulder while your man ladles water over your writhing torso to cool you while he's pumping your ass full of hot cock; or kneeling in the sand under the moon and stars while you worship your lover's body with your mouth and hands: this is the stuff of romance. Johnson's amazingly sculpted torso, abs, and thighs and Barnett's abject physical worship of him further enhance their romantic getaway, which also includes some world-class rimming.