This Robert Prion feature is action-packed from start to finish, and has his best sets and photography to date, plus original music to boot!

Of course, in this vintage gay porn film from Prion there is no story, just sex, sex, sex, and in this flick he's managed to crisply lens the tightest, best-paced, and hottest sex of his New Jersey actors! Brunet beauty Todd Stevens walks upstairs (in a cottage-like building; no longer in the low-ceiling rooms!) naked, his thick honker flopping, and lathers himself in the shower.

Mature Jay Richards, who looks better than ever with his haircut, voyeurs Todd from outside his bathroom window in the snow. Todd suction-cups a large dildo to the tile wall and impales himself on it, riding it to a must-see seven-spurt orgasm! Jay lets himself in, and in the kitchen learns that Todd was only preparing himself for his therapist, on whom he has a crush.

Jay slips out just as Wade Dawson, the therapist, arrives, and Todd goes to work to heal psychological wounds. Wade is a handsome, short, compact balding sexpot and when they kiss, sparks fly! Wade expertly goes down on Todd's boner, then gives him the rim job of his life. Prion's signature camera work is much in evidence here as he gives us the most amazing close-ups of knitted assholes in all of porndom. Todd rims Wade in return, and lubes his juicy sinkhole for the pounding to come. Todd pops off a wet load, then skewers Wade again until Wade gives up his load; Todd fires off a second round, and they end their scene with sloppy kisses.

Jumping from a wintry, indoors romp to a brilliant, sunlit poolside one, long-haired blond youngster Keith Douglas gets to suck superstar Rick Thomas's ever-hard cock, then gets plowed in two positions by the horny guy, who shoots his thick jism in Keith's mouth.

Next, hard street boy Billy Dean, short and trendy, picks up raven-haired Terry DeCarlo (who tries to look younger with his shaved mustache and short haircut) on a boat dock, and they're joined by Jay and aging Damion Steele. Going back to Billy's place, they eagerly form a four-way suck chain and face-riding duos. Damion bangs Jay as Billy plunges Terry over the couch, and they end their cavorting jerking off side-by-side. Though Prion proves his excellence at filming difficult, complicated sex scenes with lots of activity, and he appropriately paces the action for a sense of completion and enjoyment, the lighting in this scene is off.

Then Scott Dixon, a ‘blue-collar Greg Brady,’ strips and whacks his big knob-headed, thick cock solo, shooting his huge load onto his cheek and neck.

Finally, Todd invites humpy Karl Thomas for drinks to discover that it doesn't take liquor to get in his pants. Karl's obnoxiousness is kept in check, and we finally get to appreciate his smooth professionalism as he screws Todd over his couch until he gushes a messy load. Karl then rides Todd and gets fucked doggie-style by him until he, too, spurts his own spunk. Honestly Prion's best yet, especially for his new and interesting sets and crisper photography. Has to be seen to be believed.

It is 1995 and Robert Prion is finally ready to promote safer sexual practices. Some people would say, 'Better late than never,' others will say 'It's about time!' Either way, this release is a milestone for Prion's fans everywhere. It is the first time (not "Men...') that he has required all models to wear condoms during anal sex. As the video's title, Put It Where It Counts, shows on the screen, a smiling cartoon of ‘Mr. Dick’ rolls on a rubber and then jumps into a pair of pictured buns. How much more graphically can Prion get across the point of this project? .... This one will make a nice companion piece to Men Matter Most, offering similarly hot, homespun action with a (mostly) fresh cast of horny men. ‘-- Gay Chicago, Issue 10, March 9-19, 1995

‘Well edited with incredible close-ups, this great cast of horny Jerseyites waste no time in going after what they want. See for yourself in Bijou Picture's... Put It Where It Counts! Robert Prion has done it again.’-- Hotspots! from Miami, Florida

One reviewer in a magazine located in Phoenix, Arizona opined:

‘Todd Stevens steals the show with his opening solo. The expression on his face when he backs himself onto the dildo attached to the shower wall is worth the price of the film, though Stevens reappears in two other scenes, sans dildo.’

Originally a 1994 Video Visuals film.”