Sensitive suburban sleaze. Daddy (Kyle Richards) keeps a diary of his gay encounters. Sonny finds it. He and a buddy imitate what Daddy describes. Sonny tells Daddy. Daddy says, "I didn't know you had it in you." Sonny says, "Like father, like son." Fade out. Four sex scenes take up most of this very simple tape. They're all hot. A 69 and butt-fuck on the living room rug uses a quarter of the running time. It deserves it. The uncredited director knows where to place his camera to create erotic empathy in the viewer. A plumber does Daddy on a kitchen counter. Two neighbor guys get it torrentially, sweatily on in a workshop. After preliminary cocksucking, Sonny fucks his squealing buddy almost beyond human endurance. None of the men are ideal physical types. The sex has something of the believability of amateur video except that the camera is in all the right places. Big-butted Buddy deserves mention as the Bottom With the Most Stamina.

Low production values actually help make this little flawed gem seem candid, even though we occasionally hear crew racket, and twice the director instructing an actor.