In a cramped, graffiti-strewn room, a motley crew of young punks, their skinny jeans tight around their crotches, engage in a taboo game of gay dares. Drunk and horny, they start with hesitant touches, then progress to tentative blowjobs. The room fills with the sound of wet, sloppy sucking, the smell of sweat and pre-cum. The punks, their faces flushed and eyes glazed, take turns servicing each other, their hands working their own cocks. The game intensifies, dares becoming commands, until one by one, they erupt, their cum splattering across each other's faces, leaving them marked, literally and figuratively, as gay for a night.