No matter your native tongue, a lewd offer of head from a cute stranger is always welcome. Director Dan Komar lines up versatile European twinks eager to show off their cocksucking skills, some with a hankerin' for cum. Each, in turn, sit in front of some of the biggest, which usually means longest, uncut pricks for the all-oral "Hey Dude ... Wanna Blow Job?" And would you believe it? Despite the corny come-on, not one of these gents had to ask his buddy twice.
The six vignettes have set-ups which are odd and, at times, altogether unlikely. Take the first duo for example. Casey and George play server and hungry patron at a local eatery. Casey, always eager to provide tip-top service to his customers, offers dessert: "Hey dude ... wanna blowjob?" For a moment, George looks puzzled. Somewhat uncertain ("Maybe I should have ordered the chocolate cake?!"), he scoots back in his chair. The offer is so casual, it's humorous and shocking. George wordlessly accepts the offer, but doesn't even bother to get up out of his chair. He undoes his button fly, letting Casey provide the perfect ending to the meal. It takes a moment for George to fully get into the moment, but step back once he's hard. Like most of the guys, he's blessed. Casey is also packing a wallop underneath his apron. When he whips it out to jack-off, George unabashedly switches roles. Plates, silverware and half-filled glasses get pushed aside as they switch back and forth. George is the first to get off, Casey opening his mouth wide for the spoils. And when George moves into position to slurp up Casey's load, he bats his eyes, resembling a young Adrien Brody.
Paul, busy playing the piano, greets buddy Miky with a friendly hello. Miky, an oddly striking guy with a big nose and even bigger appendage immediately dispenses with idle talk with the film's signature proposition. Shorts shucked, poor Paul finds it hard to balance on the tiny round seat of the piano stool. At one moment, probably in response to Miky's expert ministrations, Paul begins to lift both feet off the floor and teeters precariously on his tailbone. Miky doesn't bother to notice, furiously cranking cock with one hand and diddling himself with the other. When Miky's ready to take a turn, he has the good sense to close the lid to the piano and use it for support. They sit. They stand. They drop to the carpet, switching back and forth. It's fast and furious and the orgasms come out of nowhere, both guys swallowing down the cream, making a big show of getting messy.
Cameron and Robbie's session has a somewhat typical porn set-up. Cruising each other poolside, both pups spring wood. Once the offer is made, they immediately cruise into an effortless 69. Robbie's a beauty, sly in his shades. But Cameron is also a looker with long curls brushing the tops of his shoulders. Swapping head, there's plenty of opportunity to admire both young men. Robbie's cock is especially thick and sturdy, sexy ligaments popping out at the base custom-built to support its weight when stiff. Both guys demonstrate equal skill and enthusiasm when it comes to cocksucking, but their reaction to eating cum couldn't be more polar. Robbie opens wide, his guttural moans a non-verbal cry for spunk. Cameron -- probably to the dismay of his director -- begrudgingly accepts a facial, jerking and aiming Robbie's load to that area just west of his lips. His unhappy face bears the same expression my 4-year-old nephew has when facing vegetables.
The most bizarre scenario features an outdoorsman, Taylor, busy setting up his tent in a field. Just as we join him in the fourth segment, Aaron, a complete stranger, is about to jog right past Taylor's tent. In the same tone you'd use to ask a stranger for directions, Taylor verbally stops the passerby: "Hey dude, wanna blowjob?" Aaron stops dead in his tracks, takes the shortest of pauses, shrugs his shoulders, and in a vague and noncommittal tone replies, "Yes. Okay." The only thing he didn't do was finish with a yawn. It's the film's best shtick. Once the boys get started, Aaron perks up a bit, the best sparks flying once they move inside the tent and 69.
Marco, the most traditionally attractive guy here, drops his screwdriver. It may be an old trick (think of the fairy tale damsel coyly dropping her handkerchief in front of the knight on horseback) but it works. Patrik stoops to retrieve it, and then boldly asks for his sexual reward. Marco's dick is as attractive as his ultra lean body, European brow, and chiseled chin. Watching him first get blown, and then blowing Patrik, I started to hope for a graphic oral cum-shot. While he certainly didn't shy away, Patrik's load was less than stellar. The reward came when Marco did, exploding gunshot volleys of stringy goop all over Patrik's unprepared face. Patrik physically jerks back when Marco first erupts; he then treats each successive shot with increasing caution.
Finally, Dinar, a tall guy with oversized ears and a toothy grin, arrives for a job interview. I think it takes a considerable amount of moxie to start wanking while waiting to meet a prospective employer, but wank is exactly what Dinar does, no doubt relieving some stress in the process. This is probably the only scenario in the film where offering a complete stranger a blowjob doesn't seem that odd given the circumstances. Steve, the receptionist, moves in and gets to work. Moxie matched, he throws caution to the wind and lets the front entryway unlocked, prying public be damned. They completely strip and start sucking one another on the front office leather couch. Dinar uncovers a most spectacular build in the process. Both guys have solid, handsome pricks and they match each other suck for suck. But Dinar delivers the more appetizing, hearty load, coating Steve's chin and exposed lips with his seed.
Perhaps most absurd, albeit heartwarming, is the way the signature phrase sounds coming out of these non-English speaking mouths. I'm sure someone clued them in on what they're saying, providing an off-camera translation in whatever language they speak, this being one phrase that doesn't easily roll off the tongue if Czech is your mother language. Some can barely keep a straight face as they deliver their gibberish. But beyond the cornball premise, "Hey Dude ... Wanna Blow Job" milks every drop from its youngish guys. The oral cum-shots alone are worth the viewing investment.
DVD features: Chapters; cum-shots chapter; galleries; trailers ("Soccer Camp," "Soccer Camp 2" and "I Saw It in Your Eyes"); comic film short ("Gag Free"); and no regional coding (playable worldwide).
A DVD Review by Rick Forrent