Review

We’ve all dreamed of these little studs in our sleep. Adorable, angelic faces looking down on us as we go down on them, but usually in our dreams the meat is bigger than an Oscar Meyer wiener. Although the boys aren’t the most endowed, they do stand at attention for 80 percent of the time throughout each scene.

First, we catch a glimpse of a longhaired babe dreaming of his “first” hookup with another of the same persuasion. Their blowjob scene is drawn out, but the kissing and fucking make up for that very quickly (these two guys have great chemistry). A disappointing cum scene ends what might have been the best scene in the whole movie (excluding the fourth one).

Scene two opens in a curiously clean kitchen as the table is being set by a hunk in gym pants. He is greeted by his roommate by way of a butch handshake. Although this was to throw us off and make us think they are “straight”, it wouldn’t fool your grandmother! They casually converse over a few bananas, yogurt and wine, and proceed to rip each other’s clothes off. This scene doesn’t stand out as one of the highlights of this flick for two reasons. First, you can barely hear the guys talking. Secondly, the music is reminiscent of Moonlighting. The fellatio will make you think they have been tickling girls’ clits on their off time. Silver-tongued devils belong in lesbian erotica, not here.

Next we are introduced to more “heterosexual” gay boys drooling over each other while pretending to be turned on by pussy magazines. Sure, this might have worked in a low budget horror movie, but it’s doubtful the audience will suspend their disbelief for longer than two seconds for this sad excuse at masking gay desire. This time there is no fucking, sucking or kissing. It’s purely masturbation and eye play. If you’re careful, you’ll see the lip-licking that didn’t get edited.

Following on the heels of that pathetic waste of celluloid comes the best part of the movie. Come forth blonde stud (who should have been in the entire film)! From his slightly curly locks of silk, to his gorgeous eyes and full lips, down to his firm pectorals and stomach, this boy is 100% prime chicken; he’s all white meat served on a plate of warm stuffing. (The colonel probably turned in his grave knowing one got away from him.)

After his shorts are pulled off of his supple body, it is revealed that he is certainly packed where it counts, and he’s definitely at the top of the list for this cast. How sad to see him bottom for the brunette he brought home, but such is life. The brunette wasn’t fully out of puberty yet; and if he was, he’s going to fall short of pleasing most bottoms if he decides to top again, but his cum shot is hot as hell, more than making up for his small drainpipe.

The last two scenes should have never been added. Watching two guys talking to each other over obnoxious music, in a language that is incomprehensible unless you’re from Czechoslovakia, made no sense at all. The only thing we’re treated to is a solo masturbation sequence. There is a feeling of the models being told to sit or lay in positions for the express purpose of photographing them while filming them as well. If this is the way producers cut their budgets, it’s scary to think what might have happened if the boys had actually been paid.

The last two guys gawk at each other while one pretends to play the piano to serenade to the other, but music can’t soothe the savage beast in these two. After sucking off each other’s faces and slurping cock like it wasn’t going to be there tomorrow, they fuck like little rabbits. Save Peter Cottontail for the kids, because this is one “fairy tail” that wasn’t written for them.

Watching your cat clean off dingle berries might be more exciting during some scenes in this flick, but it still deserves two-and-a-half out of four woodies, simply because the boys do try to please. There’s no accounting for taste, but they do pull off a pretty good - albeit amateurish - show.
-Drew Nightpierce