Director Rafael, whose presence is made known via his off-screen voice speaking mostly Spanish to his cast (loosely translating their responses for the viewer), lures young Mexicans in Tijuana to a seedy motel room where they jack off for his camera - in one case, two at a time. The ubiquitous girlie magazine, often hiding the talent's face, indicates a straight cast. Rafael's camera drifts in and out of focus, and the sound and picture quality are definitely low-end. The final scene is a full-blown threeway, with one chulo shyly taking it up the ass. The cast is young, hairless, uncut, modestly endowed, and downright dreamy.