Darryl Weld returns to the screen after an 18-month absence from performing sexually in front of the camera. You wouldn't know it from the boxcover photo, in which he and Mark Radcliff are all but troweled under with make-up, but Darryl is in good shape and should still be popular.
Sadly, the majority of the cast, the writing, and the direction is pretty low rent, with Darryl flailing through it like a thoroughbred running a race in a foot of mud. The first scene is most embarrassing, with Wed and Lee Jennings struggling gamely through a morass of chit chat -- the kind unique to pornography in which the actors have obviously been fed only the tiniest suggestion of dialogue and made to improvise the scene on one or two takes. It just seems to go on forever.
Mark Radcliff plays Darryl's brother, who has joined him for no discernible reason in a pact not to both sleep with same man. They make kind of an interesting couple, but never do a scene together as the boxcover clearly implies. The feature's title is therefore either inaccurate, or intentionally ironic. You can judge which. All-in-all, another weekend wonder for writer Gino Colbert and quickiemeister director Ron Jeremy.