Forget Tom Cruise. Spencer Quest, porn's "Mission Impossible"-style agent provocateur, has considerably more intrigue. And a hotter ass. He's thigh-deep in high-tech gizmos, dodging the bad guys at every turn, yet still finds time for a shag with colleagues and adversaries alike. He's a slick cad who's impossible to say no to, especially when he stripped bare, his asshole hotly twitching. Certainly as cunning and beguiling as the original, "Spy Quest 2" also features a cadre of gorgeous specimens emblematic of Titan Media.
Off on a fact-finding mission, Spencer phones into headquarters and checks in with one of his subordinates, Ken Mack. Ken's given a directive to keep a close eye on Brad Star, the new kid sharing surveillance duties with Ken. Something about Brad just doesn't sit well with Spence, so precautions seem appropriate. Ken, an everyday kind of stud, has absolutely no problem keeping tabs on Brad's every move. In fact, given the opportunity, he'd like to make his mentoring more hands-on. Ken uses one of the oldest tricks known to man in hopes of scoring with his younger associate. Brad casually notices that Ken keeps a small window of gay porn running on his computer terminal. Ken laughs it off, but plants a small seed of seduction. He matter-of-factly unbuckles his belt and hauls out his prick to jerk it as if it's the most natural thing to do at work. Brad takes the bait and the two mutually masturbate for a short spell. Ken keeps pushing the envelope, stripping down completely until he's bare-assed in his swivel chair, all the while casually stroking and inching closer to Brad. One well-timed touch opens the door, and Ken soon finds himself bobbing up and down on Star's pretty piece. Coaxing Brad to reciprocate takes zero effort on Ken's part. With this tattooed jock making happy noises between his legs, his tousled and spiky hair at his fingertips, Ken seems both grateful and emboldened. And it can't be understated how good this lad looks sucking cock. They each blow a load, but the mentoring session isn't over. They fuck bent over the console, Brad's whimpers, pants, and cries just shy of being histrionic. After he sprays his load onto Ken's fur, he maneuvers to help his buddy to get off with a firm handjob. Ken's cum is jacked directly onto Brad's smooth, athletic chest where it immediately runs messy trails into his sweaty, trimmed bush.
As it is, Brad is indeed a covert operative, assigned to infiltrate the Quest compound, plant a tracking device, and report back to one very devilish-looking Tober Brandt, code name Black Fist. Tober's unique facial piercings and eccentric goatee stylings make him perfect fit for this role. It's easy to buy into his evil persona, especially when he matter-of-factly informs underling Troy Gamaun that Quest is to be terminated.
Troy meets with Jack Simmons, and the nature of their relationship isn't ever made clear. They come together and immediately start kissing, so there's obviously some history between them. By the time Troy fishes Jack's prick out of his chinos, it's already leaking clear strands of goo, slicking Troy's palm as he jacks it. I was hoping that Troy would drop to the floor and give Jack the oral attention he's so obviously primed for. Instead, it's Jack who makes the first move, half-stripping Troy's black jockstrap off while he sucks. Neither of them know that Jake Deckard, one of Spencer's guys, has their covert session under surveillance. Spencer speeds towards a rendezvous with Jake, who goes back to keeping an eye on what develops between Jack and Troy. Troy has since moved on to covering Jack's lap leviathan with his spit. While he sucks, he makes a point of keeping eye contact with his partner, all the while grinding his own hardon into the padded bench he's hovering above. Then seated on Jack's wiggling tongue, Troy's unable to keep from blowing his cream on Jack's torso. Jack follows suit before the fucking starts. It's Jack's girth that seems to give Troy the most pleasure, and whether he's bent over or sitting down, his facial expressions (and wonderful camerawork) paint a vivid picture of what Jack's rod feels like buried deep.
In order to get one step closer to Spencer, Black Fist must get his evil Girl Fridays (Cole Ryan and Cobalt) past Zackary Pierce who's acting as security. Cobalt and Cole put on their best ninja moves, kicking, flipping, and engaging a very surprised Zackary in hand-to-hand combat. With Zack satisfactorily subdued in a chokehold, the boys decide to fuck with their quarry a little bit before they take him out entirely. And with Cole's dick in his mouth, Zack, for his part, doesn't seem to be putting up much of a struggle. Now fully in the swing, Zack seems to be enjoying pleasuring both masked men. Keeping the rest of their lithe bodies clothed in black makes their cocks look that much fleshier, that much more appealing. Zack quickly forgets the kicks to this throat and all the other general nastiness he faced just moments before when Cobalt starts rimming his ass. Cole, a compact little wonder with a gorgeous face, crouches acrobatically above Zack and puts his asshole in his face. A few moist licks makes Cole cum, his load erupting without anyone touching his prick. And when the cascading hot cream hits Zack's skin, he blows too, Cobalt jacking his dick to help him along.
After Cobalt drops his first load, he sets himself up so that he's completely spread-eagled mid-air, only his ankles supported by two wooden rails. It's an incredibly athletic display, one of those things best left to gymnasts. In this tenuous position, his ass looks incredible and Zack (now having abandoned his security duties entirely) and buddy Cole make haste to fuck it before poor Cobalt's inner thighs explode. Cole makes a particularly appealing top, his arm slung over Zack's shoulder in a gesture of their newfound camaraderie. Even better is Cole as a bottom. Cobalt and Zack lie side by side and he scurries between them, fucking himself on their stiff poles. Cole's second cum-shot is one for the record books. He goes for distance, and the wide-eyed look of amazement captured on Cobalt's face as Cole's spunk flies across the room cutely sums it all up.
Spencer finally arrives at a top secret location to meet his hirsute colleague, Jake Deckard. From their earlier conversations, you'd think they were coming together to stop Black Fist from unleashing deadly chemicals into the Earth's atmosphere. As it turns out, the most pressing matter for Spence is getting his rocks off. Jake and Spencer come together hard in the front seat of Spencer's black spy car. Once freed from his leather chaps, Jake's dick is devoured by our pseudo-James Bond. Filming in and around steering wheels and such is no easy feat, but somehow Brian Mills manages to showcase handsome Spencer's cocksucking with great results. Then on the flipside, Jake indulges in some armpit worship before he takes Spencer deep. Seizing an opportunity, Spencer slips a free hand into his buddy's crack, encouraging Jake to stand and straddle him while he's still in the driver's seat. Jake's hot button must be his puckerhole because he blows cream all over the windshield.
Out of left field, Spencer bends over to receive what looks to be a hot rimjob. Instead, Jake fishes a blinking whirligig from Spence's ass, some kind of tracking device. There's no discussion about how it got there or any real sense of surprise. The moment was borderline nonsensical and certainly dampened the mood. When you've been walking around unawares with a homing device crammed in your kazoo, who knows what other treasures are buried deep?
After re-stoking the flames a bit, Jake bends his fuzzy ass over the front end of the car. Spencer aggressively teases Jake's hole with his fingers, a look of determination on his face. I literally sat there waiting for something interesting to come flying out of Jake's behind, maybe a rabbit or a series of colorful clowns. No such luck -- Spencer was merely prepping his buddy for a good, hard fuck. Now, I'm crazy about Spencer regardless of whether he's topping or bottoming. However, I think he throws off sparks when he's getting fucked, especially by a top who knows how to mercilessly drill. Jake is up to the task. Even better is when Spencer makes himself at home in Jake's lap. Make no mistake about it -- Spencer is using Jake's stiff dick for his own benefit. Driving himself down onto Jake's thighs, his own hardon swings in tight circles. From the way Spence purses his lips, it's obvious his prostate is getting jolt after electric jolt. As far as ass-fucking goes, Spencer's lusty greediness with Jake's hog provides the biggest bang throughout.
Even before he has time to catch his breath, Spencer dashes off again. Such is the life of a queer secret agent. "Spy Quest 2" ends with a bit of a cliffhanger, and all signs indicate that Black Fist or some other maniacal character has taken our hero out permanently. Here's hoping we don't have to wait too long for the next episode.
DVD features: Chapters; cum-shots chapter; photoshoots; interviews (Jack Simmons and Troy Gamaun); behind-the-scenes footage; fluffing footage; trailers ("Spy Quest" and "Side Effects"); and no regional coding (playable worldwide).
A DVD Review by Rick Forrent