After a heading “Stretch Open & Sweat” appears on the screen, we meet our first two gym bunnies: Pete Ross and Billy Bowers. Pete Ross is a cute “natural” blond (his pubic hair confirms it) with a multitude of piercings. Both nipples are pierced. His belly button is pierced. His dick is pierced (not a Prince Albert, but a straight piercing through the dickhead). And there is a guiche underneath his balls. He must really set off the metal detectors at airports. (Odd that neither his ears nor tongue is pierced, but maybe he’ll get around to them.) Billy is a cute slim brunet whom we also have to thank for doing such a bang-up job as casting director. The action for the first three scenes takes place in a gym (simple sets, but adequate). The boys do a brief bit of exercising before getting down to the real workout. Pete begins by sucking Billy. Billy sucks Pete in return. They 69. Pete rims Billy. Billy lies back and, after Pete has sucked some toes, he slips his dick into Billy’s bum. “I want you to fuck me,” Pete says after a bit. He gets on all fours for Billy to do just that. Later they both stand for Pete to lean over and get fucked in that position. Pete returns to sucking Billy’s boner until it shoots, Then Pete lies back on the floor to beat himself off. Billy licks Ross' spent cock.
The second scene occurs in the same set with Matt Nelson, another slim brunet, doing sit-ups while Anthony David, a solidly built youth who is on the treadmill. Matt asks if Anthony will hold his feet down. Anthony is soon holding more than that. His hand moves upward to Matt’s crotch and liking what he finds, Anthony slips off Matt’s trousers to reveal a stiff dick that he swallows down. Suddenly both are magically nude and Matt is taking an interest in Anthony’s ass. Wriggling out from underneath Anthony’s mouth, Matt moves behind the sucker and rubs his cock up and down Anthony’s ass crack. When a magic condom appears on his cock he slides the cock into Anthony’s ass. Anthony does a bit of riding, too. They stop the fuck long enough to devise a makeshift sling on the treadmill so Anthony can lie back to get shtupped on this ingenious creation. Necessity really is the motherfucker of invention. Rearranging themselves so Anthony can stand and lean over the contraption, the fuck continues. After that it’s back to riding cowboy. Matt sucks on Anthony’s nipples. I’m beginning to feel sorry that Anthony's cock has gone untended, but at this point he eases himself off Matt’s dick in order to insert his own stiff member up Matt’s ass. He pulls out only to suck some more on Matt’s cock until Matt explodes all over him. Matt goes back to chewing on Anthony’s perky nipples and licking his balls until Anthony shoots on his face. Anthony licks it off.
Scene three begins with Rob Woody finishing up on the treadmill and moving over to his locker where he undresses. Rob Woody, sexy and slender with a small patch of chest hair, has a woody. Matt Nelson passes him on the way to his own locker and does a double-take at Rob’s big arcing uncut cock. He returns to give the whopper the respect it deserves. Matt rises from his sucking only to remove his clothes and release his own stiff member. Rob gladly gives it some oral attention. Matt pulls Rob off his cock so that he can turn Rob around and give it to him in another orifice. As he fucks Rob, he reaches around to give Rob’s uncut beauty a hand job. A mirror is cleverly placed so that we can not only see Rob’s jerking cock, but Matt’s bouncing buns as he fucks. Matt pulls out and Rob sits on a bench with open mouth, waiting for Matt to fill it with his juices.
Rob is at home for the last scene. He is in the bedroom naked at the side of the bed with that rigid uncut beauty still seeking the heavens. His lover Marc Jacobs arrives. “Hello, I’m home.” Could anything be more wonderful that to arrive home and find a naked youth with a hard uncut cock waiting for you? Marc is the oldest performer in the film (late twenties, early thirties). Obviously Rob’s sugar daddy doesn’t know what kind of workout his lover is getting at the gym. They kiss. Boy, do they kiss! Each sucks the other. They 69; rim. At last Marc gives Rob one-hell-of-a fucking. Rob--sitting on Marc’s chest--cums on his face, wipes it off, and feeds it to his lover. Marc beats off onto his belly. Rob laps up Marc's spending to bring this excellent film to a close.
Scott Morris has some good ideas as a director and is an excellent videographer, getting that camera right into the action. I look forward to viewing more of his and this studio’s films. I also look forward to seeing these performers—especially Rob Woody—again. BOY SWEAT brought more than just sweat from me! I look forward to many repeated viewings.