Review

Picking up where Part 1 ended (specifically, with a huge fist being pitched up a brave catcher’s gaping bottom), Part 2 continues the snorting piggishness, upping the ante more and more with each successive sequence. Few fuck flicks can boast such a squealingly hot assembly of piggies as the twenty-two highly tasty and happily trashy muscle hunks on parade here.

Whether it’s a writhing line-up of college-age hunks pleasuring themselves with forearm-size dildos or the sight of mature beef daddy Tom Chase giving an undulated never-ending fisting to Carlos Morales, there’s plenty of O-ring-stretching action to be found right away, and wads of gushed man chowder, some of which gets slurped back up.

As for the rest, imagine horny man pigs strapped into swinging slings, wearing chain vests and leather chaps and sweating enough perspiration and spurting enough pearl jam to quench their combined thirst.

And not just three or four at a time but, ultimately, a staggering ten in a glorious climactic leather-and-boots orgy that takes place within the four chambers of a glory box. There’s lip-licious Matthew Rush, introduced in leather while smoking a phallic stogie. There’s lean stud pup Chad Hunt, his huge eleven-incher blazing and prepared to piston-plow the undaunted bottom. And there’s enough funky animal sex you can practically taste the lube and smell the sweaty leather.

 -- Beef Stroganoff