For some, sweat is like gold, and taking a shower before fucking is a crime against god and nature. Like "Scum!" and "Deviants!," Maxwell Barber has yet another project worthy of an exclamation point with "Sweat!," a flick that glorifies perspiration-soaked sex. "Sweat!" comes neatly divided into four vignettes, each one with provocative title that immediately put me in mind of the Penthouse Forum stories I used to read on the sly as an adolescent. The thread that binds them is achingly simple -- labor takes its toll, and for these European blokes, sweat is not the only bodily fluid that will need replacing after a hard day's work.
At least Darren Robins and Matt Colmar have the good sense to finish repairing the washer-dryer before they shag. When some unseen Manchester housewife rings up for repairs, she gets not one, but two humpy Mr. Fix-Its who are anything but your run-of-the-mill Maytag repairmen. Matt and Darren are "Service Wankers," putting the finishing touches on their handiwork before the mood strikes them. We join them already stripped to the waist, fiddling and diddling with wrenches and screwdrivers. Their torsos are slick and oily, probably because our distressed housewife has an air conditioner that's on the fritz as well. They start kissing without a word, so it's impossible to tell if this is a first-time encounter or a ritual. Like all of the men throughout, Matt and Darren have exquisite physiques, but Matt is a standout, more puffed-up and broad than the rest of the cast. He falls to his knees and latches onto Darren's piece, a beauty that looks that much bigger because he's shaved his bush down to nearly nothing. Matt hops atop the newly-repaired washer to receive his reward, a blowjob that rocks the appliances. Hungry for a rimjob, Darren nimbly scales the kitchen cabinetry and perches in the corner of the room, workboots firmly planted on the Formica countertops, then lowers his ass onto Matt's upturned face. Darren eventually makes his way to the tile floor, rolls up onto his shoulder blades and enjoys some of the deepest, most sensual finger- fucking and rimming I've ever seen. He stays in this seemingly uncomfortable position while Matt pile-drives, forcing Darren's shoulders to absorb a lot of energy. Matt's back muscles are as interesting to watch as his cock dipping in and out of Darren's back, and both men finish up by giving one another salty facials.
While cater-waitering, Mo, Ivo Costa and bearded Leon Steele cruise one another like they've never fucked before. Suddenly chopping onions and mincing celery seems less important than stripping down and showing off. All three of these guys are quintessentially lean, smooth and youthful English beauties. Mo and Leon get things started, coming together in a kiss while a shyer Ivo (check out his sparkling eyes) hangs back. But when Leon exposes both his armpits, hesitation falls by the wayside, each man picking a pit and digging in. They suck cock in every conceivable combination -- two on one, one on two -- and lucky for the viewer, all three are hung. I found myself most drawn to Leon's cock, a sturdy stiffie propped up by Union Jack boxers tucked under his fat balls. This episode is titled "Food Fuckers," more than apropos given the whipped cream and hot fudge that comes into play. Leon's asshole becomes the eventual taste treat, deliciously sampled buy both his buddies before Mo uses both a carrot and a cucumber as impromptu dildos. Leon's asshole gets well used by both an emboldened Ivo and Mo; they tag-team him, one fucking while the other forces Leon into oral servitude. Ivo takes a turn as the trio's bottom boy before Ivo and Leon line up for the ultimate taste treat: warm cum on tap.
My favorite session was "Paint Sprayers." Sometimes two guys have an undeniable chemistry that fortunately gets captured on film. Such is the case with Danny Cannon and Beau Sands. With his two house painters, I was thrilled that the cliché of sloppy paint-play that leads to sex was avoided. Beau and Danny don't need such a silly distraction in order to get down and dirty. Beau, a handsome lad with pale skin and a shaved-down skull gives Danny a subtle invitation. He's come to work in a pair of ripped-up jeans, and when he's up on his ladder working on the hard-to-reach spots, his exposed crotch is too much for Danny to resist. The contrast between Danny's ruddier olive complexion and Beau's blushed skin is achingly erotic. They come at each other with delicious intensity, an intensity that's carried through the blowjobs, rimjobs and eventual fucking. Moving around the paint cans and tarps, they do indeed sweat. Their wet bodies are filmed gloriously in close-up, including some tantalizing moments when Danny smacks his hardon against Beau's flexing hole. Danny is a skilled top, completely owning Beau's ass from start to finish, alternately fucking tenderly and without mercy. Their session comes to a head on the floor with a butt-pounding and orgasm that no one involved is likely to forget anytime soon.
The finale, "Box Packers" brings together five men for a dusty stockroom romp. Forget the workaday coffee-breaks, these guys know how to let off steam. We start with two youngish pups, James Grant and a returning Ivo Costa, lugging boxes from one end of the room to the other. James tosses in the towel and lights up, sensually sharing his smoke with Ivo. James crushes the butt with his sneaker and dives headlong into worshipping Ivo's cock, a curved beauty which gets its cinematic due in this scene. After getting some reciprocal head and a cheerful finger-fucking, James gets heartily fucked and sprayed with spunk. He slurps down Ivo's load, savoring the saltiness. The commotion brings three men bursting in from the front office -- Phil Stevens, bald Chris Barton and Lewis Quintini, the hairy god on the box cover. The sex is extraordinarily fast-paced, but not without some splendid snapshots, most of them with the lovely bearded Phil Stevens front and center. When everyone has had their fill of ass-fucking, they use Ivo's pretty mug as a cum rag.
DVD features: Chapters; and no regional coding (playable worldwide).
A DVD Review by Rick Forrent