When a case of mistaken identity in The Sex Substitute 2 (2003) results in a young screenwriter visiting a bed and breakfast full of hot-to-trot honeys who think he’s a world-renowned sex therapist, there’s only one thing to do: start handing out therapeutic bonings like candy canes on Christmas Eve. It’s a dangerous game, pretending to be someone you’re not. But then again, it’s also a dangerous game to plow a chick’s furrow so close to a swimming pool. You could fall in and have your ramrod sucked into the intake valve on the pool’s filtration system. Regardless of the dick damage, Tylo Taylor and Sebastien Guy are two dudes who aren’t afraid to give us some longing looks at their butts. There’s no substitute for these hunks.