Review

There’s just something about a horny man in a business suit. Better still, there’s something about a horny man out of his business suit. For all you jacket-and-tie fetishists out there, this one’s sure to make your slacks uncrease from the tightening bulge in your lap.

The first segment, aptly titled “Going Down on the Rent”, affirms my long-held suspicions about how sexy real estate agents can be sucked into jacking the rent down: merely offer ‘em a sloppy deep-throating. The prospective tenant and the leasing agent forgo the business talk…because their mouths are full of each other’s stiffened cocks.

The editing is a bit choppy here, showing the guys in inconsistent states of dress and undress. Yet the various combinations of what they’re wearing are quite sexy - one shot will show the guys dangling out of their unzipped and unbuttoned clothing, while in the next shot we’ll see ‘em wearing a blazer-and-tie combo without the shirt and pants; the next angle will show simply a stylish tie-and-cockring-only combo. And then back again.

After the mutual sucking, they take turns fucking each other against the kitchen stepladder. Best image: the bleach-blonde twink uses his tie as a gag/rein, which he tugs on from behind as he fucks the agent’s ass…and while the twink is pounding from astern, the agent dribbles sticky drops of precum to the floor.

The second scene, “Orifice Work”, kicks off with a goateed bike messenger auto-fellating himself in the lavatory. In comes an anonymous suit and offers his cock to the thirsty messenger - fed to him under the stall partition. We cut to a guy leaning over his desk to deep-throat the dangling big dick of yet another cute blonde office twink. After the twink reciprocates, he straps on some latex and bends his boss over the desk, fucks, cums, and then has the audacity to do a “shoot-and-scoot” before the boss gets to blow a load too. Meanwhile, the self-sucking bike messenger leaves a puddle of goo in the loo and then finds his way to the unsatisfied boss’ office, where the two finish each other off. The messenger’s oral prowess is rewarded with a squirting hot stream of cream right in his kisser. Bull’s-eye!

“Blowing the Boss: Caught in the Act” is a self-explanatory title for the third scene. The “Boss” is played by co-producer-cameraman Scott Morris, and he sticks his cock into tasty Carlos Morales’ throat when he catches the underling whacking off at his desk. Carlos gets a gushy lip drenching of the boss’ sticky ejaculate, which oozes heavily down his chin and plops to the floor.

“After a Little Cleanup” is the final segment, and it shows the still-horny Carlos demonstrating to Frank Parker (the film’s director and co-cameraman, making his cameo) how he had to assuage the boss not to fire him. Carlos slurps some more cock, then Parker shoves his face and then his stiff dick into Carlos’ beautiful bubble butt. All this is memorably capped-off by Carlos’ near double-ejaculation: After a hands-free pumping of juicy pre-cum while being slammed from behind, Carlos gushes a thick pearly load all over the director’s tongue.

With all the shaky camerawork and barely audible sound, this production screams “amateur”. Yet the shoddy photography is offset by some clever carnival camera angles, so it’s not a total eye sore to look at. Too bad all we get on the soundtrack are slurpy, slappy sex noises (punctuated by an odd car-alarm from outside). Some techo-porn music would have been advisable. However, the boys and the men are fit and frisky, and the splashy oral cumshots go beyond what most major studios are allowed to show anymore.