Review

Cum and "pop one" off with this debut flick from Pop One Productions. Showcasing five wicked-hot Czech-twink solos, these tasty little bites are like the perfect late-night snack: You're in the mood to eat something, you find exactly what you're looking for, down it in a few satisfying gulps, and go to bed with a smile on your face and slightly sticky underwear. Eat as much as you want and dig in, guys - the Pop One boyz are ready to pop just for you.

Cover model Camil Tucker kicks things off. Mmm... yummy in my tummy! After watching his scene my tummy ached big time - from all of the sweet goodness on display, as well my own spasmodic ab-crunching cum blast.

Let's start off with that winning smile of his: Are you kidding? It's perfect! When Camil doffs his shirt and shows off his great swimmers-build body replete with a perfect soft thatch on his upper chest and a delectable treasure trail that leads to the promised land, I almost came right then and there. (What can I say - sometimes it's the littlest things that make me happy.)

The nakedness happens pretty fast, as Camil is positioned on a large ladder in a brightly-lit room with only some sheer fabric, nice hardwood floors, and his very nice hard wood in tow. We cut almost immediately to killer close up shots of Camil's uncut member, coupled only with his ever-increasing moans of self-pleasuring sextasy. We get some great peeks at Camil's lightly-hairy crack and tasty balls, and get to listen in on his ever-increasing groaning - which by the way helped me "along" tremendously. It all ratchets up to a very satisfying unloading of Mr. Tucker's piece shot directly under a ladder rung.

Director Danny Ray excels at this stuff, and he doesn't disappoint here. It's a simple, straight-forward scene, and I actually watched it twice. (Yes, I can go the distance when duty calls, dammit.) Serve me more, Pop One guys!

Next, slim twink cutie Martin Corvin (TitanMen Fresh's Open House, as well as a few bareback scenes for other studios) lets loose with his solo. It opens with Martin already stripped to the waist, wearing only loose jeans. He quickly doffs them and plops down on a red sofa. (Nice job with the natural back lighting there, Mr. Director.) He rubs his slender yet nicely firm chest, working his cock into a nice bundle of joy. The camera lingers for a while front-and-center, before getting into nice close ups of his piece. He's slightly-above average size, but he knows how to work it. As the camera moves ever so slightly so as not to intrude on the goings-on, his cock tugging continues, culminating in a low-moan filled spurt of spunk.

The videography is very clean and crisp, and I love the fact that no crappy music or other type of audio distractions get in the way here. It's just all twink Marvin all the way: 18-minutes of pickle popping porn.

Oh my goodness, Kenny Jacobs is totally a new personal fave of mine! Kenny has the exact swimmer's build that totally gets me hard: Perfectly smooth torso, good pecs, nipples I could eat ice cream off for days on end, a tasty-looking sack of ballmeat, and a perfectly proportioned (for me, anyway) slab of uncut cock just begging to be slobbered over. Kenny - call me!

Like the other Pop One scenes this one has no annoying music to distract one from yanking their shank, the videography is crystal clear, and we get to hear every single deep breath, moan and groan in perfect detail. It's pretty standard stuff solo-wise, but the fact that Kenny was so closely mic-ed up - thus catching every single sound - made me feel like I was right next to him, jacking away. Which I wouldn't mind being!

By the time he slowly started fingering his own hole, and his moans got louder and louder, I was so close to popping my nut it took great discipline not to. While his load isn't massive, the two camera angles were just what I needed - the shot of him from above looking down his perfect abs is what got me - and I left this one very happy, indeed.

To take a line from "South Park" and re-work it a tad: Hey Kenny, you killed!

While Russell Jones falls more into the "guy-next-door" rather than the "porn star" category, he's certainly worth taking note of. He's yet another big-stroking Czech mate, and his solo more than qualifies being saddled with the Beef Jerky moniker. He's got natural scruff on his chest and of helluva popsicle, and I was left ball-drained. My advice is to watch Russell pop his block, as it'll definitely make you want to keep "up" with the Joneses.

While not as out-an-out scorching as previous Beef Jerky scenes (I still find myself all a-go-go over super-yummy Camil Tucker's pack smacker) Radovan Grunberk's jerking of his beef proved quite satisfying, especially if you're looking for something to pop your cork to that isn't too "involved."

Like the previous four scenes, there's no set-up at all - we get right into the good stuff immediately. It opens upon Radovan sitting on a colorful sofa in a room filled with natural light. After doffing his rather unfortunate attire (a bad Chess King-looking upturned-collared shirt, and always-wrong knee-length jean shorts - whose belt buckle causes quite a thunderous thwap upon hitting the laminate floor) he lays back goes to town. He's got what I'd describe as an above-average cock, which I found refreshing. Hey, I live for elephant-sized dongs, but sometimes "normal" is nice, too.

Radovan gets himself nice and hard, and starts stroking his foreskin-covered cockhead and plump shaft. There's no rough play here; he's very methodical and slow-building in his ways, and I found it quite erotic. Eventually he gets off the sofa and straddles the back of it, one leg in front, giving us nice clear views of his goods. (Once again, director Danny Ray's camerawork is crisp and clear.) He works his foreskin well, soon tapping his ballsack as well as fingering and slapping his tasty pink rosebud. I've mentioned in previous reviews my elation that there's no shitty music to get in the way, and we get to hear every deep breath and low moan. It all builds nicely, resulting in a satisfying - albeit not gloppy enough for my personal tastes - climax.

Aside from Radovan's poor clothing choices and '90s-era blond-streaked hair, I jerked my beef right along with him - I love that he rests on his haunches right before blowing; good leg strength - and had a gay old time.

 -- Rick W. Ski