Reviewed by SexHerald Staff
Hollywood films use meaningless clichés in place of a title all the time, so why not have a gay porn flick do it too? At least this film is well made, almost startlingly so -- really, better than some mainstream fare I’ve had to sit through of late.
The first scene features Trevor Knight and Hunter James making it tenderly in the dark (in bed! imagine!), but then they turn on the lights so we can get a proper look at the proceedings. James has some dark circles under his eyes, and he’s tugging at his own dick like someone trying to start a reluctant lawnmower, but still, Knight seems to be enjoying the servicing his nicely-sized cock is getting. Likewise, James really enjoys the fucking his ass gets later, first courtesy of Knight’s tongue, then from his dick, which, as it’s sliding into him, looks even more impressive than it did before. They saved the best for last: I love it when the boys come with cocks still in their assholes, which is the case here, James spilling a very healthy load as his ass gets pounded.
The “plot” involves Knight house-sitting for his lover, who has to go out of town. While he’s tidying up the morning after (awaiting the arrival of the phone man… foreshadowing!), he spies the neighbors, ass naked and getting it on in the backyard. What neighborhood is this? This film does a good job of making the suburbs have some appeal. The star takes in the free show, watching Trae Spencer get a tender servicing from Rusty Wood, who’s swallowing the dick in front of him but looks none too happy about it. Maybe he’s just concentrating very deeply. Wood looks just as intense as he moves on to fucking Spencer. I liked the close-ups of his dick filling his partner's asshole, but the close-ups of his face gave me the creeps.
In the next scene we see the lonely Knight waiting for his internet chat partner (Ryan Hard) to come over for a screw. When Hard does show up, he’s more interested in Knight’s friend Jacob Ridley than anything, so the two head off together and our star falls asleep unfulfilled. The duo head home, where Cade Devlin is waiting for them. Thus begins an insanely hot threesome, with frat boy Devlin kissing and caressing Hard’s back and ass while Ridley swallows his cock. Then – wouldn’t you know it! – the pizza delivery boy (Andy Hunter) shows up and is so startled he drops the pie, then his pants. The quartet are inexplicably sweaty (there’s so much it can’t be real) and after a while I had trouble telling who was who and which ass was getting fucked, but that doesn’t really matter now, does it?
Remember that the phone guy was coming over? Well, hunky Jason Harley gets to work with his installing, while Knight patters around shirtless, practically begging for some attention. Don’t worry -- he gets it. Or rather, the phone guy does, taking it up the ass heroically from our leading man, grunting and groaning like, well, an animal. Then they switch and Knight bottoms; then they switch again and, well, you get the idea. By the time things wrap up, there’s semen flying everywhere. It’s pretty hot, really, but… the whole thing was just a dream. That’s right! It was all too good to be true, just like the title says. It’s actually a tidy little conceit, and as well-executed as almost anything in theaters now. TooGoodtoBeTrue
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