Review

To quote Eddie Murphy from 48 Hrs., “My dick gets hard if the wind blows.” Keep that thought in mind as director Di Masolo milks the “gust” motif for everything it’s worth.

We open outdoors as a tasty smooth blonde hiker (Justin Pounders), bewitched by the stiff breeze, whips out his uncut trouser snake and starts stroking it right there and then on the hilltop. Exotic dark haired ogler Ari saunters up and makes it a duo. They deep suck on each other’s erect lap bones, then Justin munches and plows Ari’s pert ass propped against a tree branch, then on the grass.

We join Hans and Sean as they’re biking into a brisk gale. They head over to Axel’s pad for a delicious suck/rim/fuck session on the stairs. Host Axel eagerly double-sucks both Hans and Sean simultaneously. A garage romp follows, with wiry auto mechanic Dave slamming his big dick into lean Latino Julio’s warm moist holes.

Spikey blonde sexpot Steven Hunter blows a creamy hands-free load as hung hombre Tony Vega bores into his man pussy with that dark throbbing uncut tool of his.

Finally, Jay, Damon, Justin and Jarred have a frisky four-way that begins inside a jeep parked atop a scenic hill. Dark bushy pubes are rhythmically shoved into young faces, their greedy mouths devouring the protruding meat sticks. Alas, the chilly gusts drive them off the hill and back to a private residence, where they finish up in the parked jeep. Another double oral penetration ensues, then Jarred is bent over the roll bar so he can suck a cock while getting rimmed upside-down. Jarred ends up splattered in a quadruple gush of thick creamy boy juice.

The breeze ain’t the only thing stiff around here: these rigid young play things suck and blow (and pound) with extreme zeal. Some uneven sound, random unfocused camerawork and a few severe instances of a pixellation/mosaic distortion (likely from low-rez DVD authoring) distract somewhat from the goings-on.

Thankfully these young yummies are hot and frisky enough that overlooking the spottily shoddy technical aspects ought to be a, uh, breeze.
-Beef Stroganoff