I can’t remember the last time I wrote a column that was all about one movie. Usually there isn’t enough to say. More often than not, you get one or possibly two scenes that are worthy of mention — perhaps for their filth quotient, maybe there’s an especially hairy crack, a particularly freakish cock, a really good line of dialogue. Sometimes you get a film that features a so-ridiculous-it’s-brilliant premise or a really clever narrative or a loathsome series of events. But generally these need to be juxtaposed with other films if I am to amuse myself — and others. Then there are the films that need to be spoken of in pairs and threes, like Buckshot’s two-part Buckleroos, say.
The film I want to yammer about here is, in fact, part of a trilogy. I suppose I might write about all three installments, except I haven’t seen them all. But no matter. Trust me, there’s a lot to talk about in Titan Men’s Spy Quest 2.
First, let’s talk about the story. Obviously, this is a spy thriller — you can tell from the title and also from the fact that there is a lot of all-black get-ups and talking into wristwatches. Also a lot of surveillance monitors and keyboards are in evidence. I have no idea, however, what these spies are spying on… or for. But I guess that must be explained in the first part. Or maybe it becomes clear in the third? Anyway, there are two sides pitted one against the other. That’s all you really need to know.
So let’s get down to the fucking, since that’s really what we’re here for. The first scene features two of our spy friends (one of them is a double agent; he’s the bottom) working hard until one of them hauls out his cock and they go at it. Favourable points: The tension off the top is pretty great, as Brad Star pretends to ignore Ken Mack sitting with his hard dick out. Also, Ken is a really hot sexy balding top and also a convincing spy.
Later we get my favourite moment of the entire film: Spencer Quest (he of the title) unzipping the rear of Jake Deckard’s leather pants and fingerfucking him until he shoots a serious wad all over the black spy car in which they’ve been getting it on. Because that’s where spies fuck, anyone knows that.
Anyway. You get the idea. Hot and silly. My kind of porn, kids.
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