Rascal Video
Directed by Chi Chi LaRue
A mini No Cover, Boot Boy looks like it's made from mix-and-matched outtakes of the same shoot (along with HardWare, most likely). Which is not to say it doesn't have a lot of juice.
Sex by the pool is always nice. So it was a good place to start this DVD -- sun, sex, splash. Pool boy Marcus David gets all big in his trunks over the two kissing rich boys Troy Moore and Fredrick Ford taunting him from their chaise lounges. Marcos gets so desirous he lets his stiff pole do the high jump over his pool scooper pole. The pole to pole game gets old fast and so slamming the pool pole on the patio, Marcus comes over and introduces his thick as a brick dick by slapping the air with it till Ford guzzles it down. Big dicks cross all class lines, eh? A cocksucking three-way ensues. There's definitely some prodigious pud in this gathering of sunburnt beauties. Not sure about all those cut-to-water shots, especially when Moore is getting poked stern-ward by a brown, sweating, hard-driving Marcos -- why do we want to see pool when we've got pole? The three jerk and jiz on the seated Ford's chest and belly in the blazing sun and the scene is certainly hot, if not exceptional.
Before the pool scene, we have seen a little tease of Benjamin Bradley giving boot, that is, chatting up his shoe shine customer (we're only allowed to see the customer's jeans and boots at this point). By the end of the pool scene, we get to see Bradley licking the shoe a few times, letting us know exactly where this shredded scenario is headed.
Next scene is in some country western bar, hay bails and all -- the type of bar you'd expect to find the burly Tyler Riggz -- who looks like he was born in that Stetson he's wearing.
And along comes Theo Blake, looking very good in flannel, not to mention cowboy boots and earrings as he eats Riggz' cock through (though not for long) his jeans. The stacked and solid Riggz seems made to have a man kneeling at his imperial cock, especially Blake whose thin, tanned sculpted fingers with the insect-like tips are works of erotic art. And yes, they got my hand fetish going. Nice double-dip nip shot as the boys, side-by-side, their shirts dangling give us a gander while they kiss -- Riggz' nips are sprinkled on a bed of meaty pecs, Blake's are sassy, round and browned to taste. Watching Theo in his half-dressed state prepare to take the big Riggz inside his shapely butt -- still wearing the open and pushed up shirt, pants around his knees as he bends over for the taking -- will make you hot. Blake also shows off his sexy curling lip. Riggz, on the other hand… man does that butchman make some doggish snarls while shoving three fingers in Theo's yielding hole (with the camera right up under the plum of Blake's tight balls). You won't find any needles in this hay stack when the pair starts making hay. 
Next scene, after Bradley learns that his boot customer likes it kinky, he starts to tell him a tempting tale -- the tale of Tommy Ritter suspended in a cage. As we cut to that scene, Trevor Knight has mounted Tommy's pet cage and maniacally started to swing it back and forth. Head craning up through a hole in the cage, Ritter looks hot enough to fuck, kneeling on wide-spread knee-torn jeans as he takes in Knight's dick, whole.
Ritter looks good getting fucked on his back and Knight is extra hungry (do you detect the ghost of a deceased newspaper company in here?), but there are plenty of positions to go around. Though Ritter doesn't always look like he's having the most fun in the world, he surprisingly spurts hard and way ahead of Knight -- who does seem to be enjoying himself. The kink element fades away as it so often does when there's a cum shot to be had, but if it's any consolation to the leather daddies, Knight's rocket launcher cum shot and absolutely erect nipples are worth the sacrifice. 
When Bradley finally gets his comeuppance, he and the boot man Matt Cole engage in a lot of kissing. Bradley does his tasty pit-sucking thang and Cole reciprocates for a refreshing bit of hot arousal. After Bradley sicks his lips on Matt Cole's nipple ring, graduates to teeth and some vicious ring-pulling, Cole maneuvers Bradley into the bootshine chair and throws his arms up behind him, unbuttons his jeans, pulls aside his white jockeys, grabbing up the boy-dick, and gets down on it in every way, including rubbing it into his arm pit. Then Bradley goes on the offense. Ignoring Cole's black jock strap, Bradley drives his tongue straight to the rim, and between licks, he works his thumb into Cole's happy hole. Bradley definitely takes his sensuality to interesting places -- here, he holds Cole's balled up jock in one hand, sniffing it; kissing it; touching it to his cheek while he admires and eats cock. Similar to, but shorter and more laid back than No Cover -- also with less face time for Bradley -- this is lazy Sunday afternoon porn. Given the choice between the two, No Cover's the one to come for.