Review

The debut of chiseled god Jason Adonis, as well as a few other muscled hotties, make Warehouse of Sex worth seeking out. With all the sizzling stud sex that goes on among the staff at the Jet Set warehouse, it’s a wonder this company ever ships any actual product. There’s apparently much work to do, but these guys are all too busy gargling cock or taking a seat atop a convenient stiffened lap to unload the towered-high boxes of porn waiting to be sent to the needy.

This tasty triptych features three pairings, and for what each sequence lacks in production value, plot pretense and acting finesse, it more than makes up for with sheer combined physical hotness and mutual combustion.

In the first scene, bulging beefcake hunk Derec Lang berates subordinate Danny for always being late to work. Danny tries to curry favor from Derec by kissing his ass - literally and figuratively - and by attempting to suck him off. Danny’s feeble cocksucking skills ought to consign him to the most menial work chores: he can’t seem to ever accommodate more cubic inches of Derec’s meat than merely the pulsating head. For shame. Derec, for all his superior manliness, gives Danny equally shallow head. Derec does soon achieve a full-shafted penetration right into Danny’s eager rectum.

At the start of the next bit, scrumptious stud puppy Curt Baldwin interviews a stock-boy applicant who’s so spectacularly hot and blonde and buff and chiseled he looks like an Aryan wet dream. Meet Jon Spartan, whose dreamy come-hither eyes and luscious suck-me lips entranced me from the first moment he glints flirtatiously into the camera and agrees to strip and audition for Curt. Curt definitely has eyes for this hunkalicious new talent. And a warm mouth to wrap around his plump, throbby bratwurst... though, as in the last scene, Curt’s lack of deep-sucking ability is a bone[r] of contention. The looping audio is a bit of a distraction, too. Your attention will soon be redirected towards Jon as he gives Chad the three-finger-heinie-poke and then pounds his hairy hole to kingdom come.

Next we build to the climactic - and positively smoldering - pairing of stunningly delectable coverboys Jason Adonis and Jake Rodgers. They look aptly delicious on the box, but trust me when I say this vaguely femme cover shot hardly does either of them justice: they look exponentially manlier and hot, hot, hotter in the movie!

First, some solo strip+flex+pose antics from Mr. Adonis, who proceeds to pump some iron for us. He’s interrupted by yet another job applicant, a dark, strapping, strikingly tasty muscle jock hunk who calls himself Jake Rodgers.

While Jake fills out an application, Jason calls him over to spot him on the bench press. Clearly they spot the mutual lust in each other’s eyes - and the pop-tents rising up from their respective crotches.

Jason coaches Jake to strip and pose and flex for the camera. Jake’s got a leaner physique than hunkier Jason does, but both offer scrumptious, muscular eye candy. Then, though it’s ostensibly "straight" Jake’s "first time" with a guy, he offers Jason the deepest, sloppiest, slobberiest head in the whole movie. It’s as though he was born to suck ween. Jake’s also got the heaviest meat and the plumpest dangling nuts, the dreamiest eyes, the wiliest grin, the cutest butt... I could go on and on and on. Trust me, he’s white-hot.

Big laugh coming: Jason kneels to show Jake "how it’s done around here" (I thought to myself: shallowly), and proceeds to moisten the tip - but not much of the shaft - of Jake’s mouth-watering piece. As I figured, none of the seasoned Jet Set dudes can claim anything over Jake in the oral sex department: our newbie Jake clearly demonstrates the most exquisite cocksucking and deep-throating talent of the lot.

The boys proceed to tongue-fuck each other’s rosebuds while exchanging goofy, good-natured "first time?" banter. Jason then plugs Jake’s furry muscle butt up against the incline bench press. When Jake mutters "put it in farther," you know he’s loving those big, long, hard strokes.

And a star is born!

Production values are very good (though I still loathe the slo-mo cumshot instant replays), and even if the acting is somewhat atrocious, the spirited jock hunks generate sizeable heat (even without the requisite deep-gag blow jobbing). It all equates to a guaranteed bone in your briefs.

Something else worth noting: The frequency of references to other Jet Set Team titles must surely set a new record for the most blatant product plugs mentioned in a single movie. All in all though, a killer fuck flick to own.

 -- Beef Stroganoff