One production from the Florida-based High Dive Productions is not so terribly different from another, and its latest, Dorm Room Spunk Buddies, conforms to type. Most of this studio's releases are comprised of disparate loops strung together by a loose theme -- in this case, six duets of campus coupling. Most feature a passel of young cuties sexually savvy beyond their years and on the verge of outgrowing their twinkdom. Most are characterized by journeyman videography, washed out color, uneven sound and patchwork editing, all of which are frequently redeemed by the charmingly gauche performances of those assembled to play with one another for director Brady Mayo's camera. In short, then, Spunk Buddies is more a guilty pleasure than a class act.
The piece opens with a restless camera roaming the halls of what appears to be a college dormitory and soon ends up in one of the rooms where a pair of juicy youths (J.T., the one with a Playboy bunny tattooed on his left calf, and Brenden, the one with wavy blond hair) are horsing around. (All performers are billed only by their Christian names.) Much of the opening dialogue is lost, and the acting of the set-up is far more self-conscious than the sexplay that follows.
Soon they have stripped each other, kissed, agreed not to tell each other's girlfriend and charged into a bit of nude wrestling. Before you know it, the room has grown absolutely silent. Each samples the other's cock and proves himself to be more adept than his innocent demeanor suggests. Both cocks remain airborne throughout, and both young hotties nervously giggle their way into the anal action. It's not long before Brenden is murmuring, "Give it to me," and J.T. is obliging him with an effortless penetration. Brenden comes while plugged, and J.T. drops globs of spooge on his pal's stomach before they make a date for the following day.
The second loop begins poolside (what kind of a college is this, anyway?) as a pair of brunets (tall, lanky Skyler and multi-pierced, tattooed Bryce) appear. Bryce wastes no time on preliminaries and almost at once asks, "You wanta suck my cock?" In answer, Skyler leads him to a convenient, multicolored pup tent nearby, and they crawl into it to kiss and grope, but its confines prove too restricting, and most of the subsequent action occurs in front of it. Bryce proves to be a friendly little piece of trade who is content to let his buddy service him but never once makes a move to reciprocate.
Skyler's considerable cocksucking skills almost compensate for the one-sided action. He has a whole arsenal of techniques and industriously demonstrates them. In time they move inside the house (no doubt the dorm lounge?) where they flop on a black leather couch for Skyler to continue sucking, but it's not long before Bryce mutters, "Let's fuck." And they do. Skyler is also a talented bottom, who takes it both missionary and doggie before blowing his load while crammed, firing off streamers across his abdomen. Bryce, on the other hand, needs the aid of a girlie magazine to bring himself off.
J.T. is back for the third sequence, which is set in another dorm room. This time, his partner is the bottle-blond Caelen, who is wearing nothing but his mortar board and robe. When J.T. discovers what his buddy isn't wearing, he too strips down for a more intime kind of graduation day exercises. He is the first to go down, and he treats Caelen to a more thorough blow job than he provided in the first scene. Then it is Caelen's turn, and he instantly proves himself to be a summa cum laude sword swallower. (J.T. manages to inquire -- with a straight face -- "Have you done this before?")
A mutually adept 69 soon cuts to a lap fuck (with J.T. again topping) and in time a missionary rutting. (Don't miss the close-ups of J.T.'s bouncing balls as he thrusts into his pal -- it's quite a sight.) The loop ends with the pair sprawled side by side, attempting to bring each other off by hand but ultimately taking care of themselves. J.T. whitewashes Caelen's abs, and Caelen manages a noisy but modest release before they giggle and kiss their way to the fade-out.
The fourth vignette takes place on that same black leather couch and is both the most disappointing and briefly the most electrifying of the film -- disappointing because it wastes that dirty blond All-American boy, Dakota (who has sizzled in previous High Dive films) on a stone-faced, obviously gay-for-pay number named Carlos. Clearly ill at ease, Carlos focuses all his attention on the straight video they are watching and never his partner. The kissing is awkward, and though Dakota pulls out every oral trick in his book, Carlos's obvious disinterest never wavers. He does fuck Dakota -- with all the enthusiasm of a metronome, his eyes locked to the TV -- but the tedious action seems endless. His money shot is meager too. But Dakota's is simply sensational, the best of the film -- four high-flying arrows of cum that demand to be replayed before he licks his cum-coated fist clean with a wicked smile. He deserves better.
Two students who have met on the Internet are the focus of the next sequence. The host (Frances) is a striking brunet with a face right out of an El Greco painting, and the guest (Adam) is a compact little Hispanic who promptly inquires, "What are you into?" Within moments, they are side-by-side on the couch, their hands digging in each other's pants. They alternate sucking chores, and both appear to enjoy giving as much as receiving. Frances, in particular seems the picture of serenity when being serviced.
After a brief 69 and nervous grins, they move on to anal action, snippets of which capture them in a variety of positions, always with Frances on top. Both performers are skilled in their respective roles, but the editing of this scene -- more than anyplace else in the film -- feels cobbled together of whatever pieces the videographer managed to film. Gradually, the energy diminishes and desperation sets in until finally they simply sprawl side by side on the floor, each working to bring himself off.
Director Mayo has, however, wisely saved the best for last. In yet another dorm room, two of the hunkiest members of the cast (blond Christian and brunet Kyle, both tattooed) sit on a bed, playing video games. Talk turns to sex, and Christian tells of "the best blow job ever" that he got from a dude at the gym, and though Kyle claims never to have done it with a guy, he needs no coaxing when asked if he wants to "mess around." Hesitant kisses slide into expert blow jobs, and though both spend a lot of time kissing each other's beautiful buttocks, neither ever allows his tongue to sample sphincter.
After Kyle takes a cigarette break while being serviced, they race through a flip-flop in a variety of positions, and both prove their mettle, no matter on which end of the dick they find themselves. Both exhibit highly expressive countenances, natural machismo, a penchant for sloppy French kissing and an intense delight in their money shots. The scene fades on small talk and kisses as they towel off for the final fade-out.
Don't expect a carnal gold mine in Dorm Room Spunk Buddies, and you'll be delighted by the shining sexual nuggets you'll find from time to time along the way.
- Jerry Douglas