Review

Drop your socks and grab your cocks, 'cuz this Falcon anthology will knock you senseless, leave you delirious, and, quite likely, extremely parched from self-jerked fluid emissions. This is a collection of five hot hot hot segments, filmed by three directors in top form, with a smoldering lot of defined, horny stud-fucks.

Miss Chi Chi starts things off with a bang in the segment titled "Thrust," pairing up buff, hairless and goateed hunk Joe Foster with muscle-licious cutie-pie Matthew Rush.

Off in some garage somewhere, next to a dusty old pick-up truck, the guys get busy with slathery cock gobbling. Matt wraps those luscious lips of his tightly around the base of Joe’s veiny suck tool, then has a hearty slurp on Joe’s seasoned and, from the looks of it, well-stretched mangina.

(It sorta resembles a swollen girly vagina, what with the puffy vertical smile and all.) Joe proceeds with some bare-skinned bump and grind, sliding his knob along the pink dale betwixt Matt’s spread ass cheeks and, at several points, giving Matt’s bare hole a mighty thrust (without actual penetration, of course).

Oh, but there’s plenty of penetration to, er, come: Joe’s darting tongue infiltrates Matt’s pink tunnel of clenchingness, then Joe’s mangina is invaded by Matt’s rigid, cum-spewing rod, which Joe rides while propped up over the fender of that old pick-up truck. Joe shoots a memorably splashy hands-free load while Matt’s bone is sliding in and out of him.

Kris Weston directs the next muscular segment, titled "Power." We’re in a gymnasium with a sparring ring and mountainous Addison Scott is having a sweaty workout with some free weights. Into the ring strides cute jock boy Eric Leneau, who stretches and poses while checking out Addison’s bulging veins. Muscled hunk Arpad Miklos enters next, swigging some H2O and caressing the stiffening bulge in his tight drawers. Soon, Arpad is nibbling on Addison’s eraser-sized nipps. Eric continues to gawk. Soon after that, Addison is expertly deep-sucking Arpad’s superb uncut throat-plug. Finally, Eric finishes stretching and joins the fray. Evidently, Eric did some esophagus stretching exercises, too, as aptly demonstrated by the sheer proficiency - and zeal - with which he double-chugs Addison and Arpad’s thick throat-kabobs.

The next bit is phenomenal: Arpad is standing over Eric, who’s upside down in a sort of dangling handstand, legs hanging over the ropes for support, Arpad’s mighty cock wedged into his gullet for even more support. Meanwhile, Addison stands in the ring and swallows Eric’s shaft from above and behind. Next we see Addison cramming his power drill into Eric’s lubed socket while Eric is bent over the ropes, getting rigorously face-fucked by Arpad. We finish with Arpad butt-slamming Eric on the floormats.

(Water break)

"Friction" is the second of Chi Chi’s three vignettes. This one begins as smooth muscle hunk Robert Balint sits in his jeep, pants unzipped, tugging hard on his turtle-necked trouser snake. Delectable bleach-blonde twink Jeremy Jordan espies from the hayloft and likewise begins to stroke off. Jeremy, by the way, is looking way tasty with his rippled washboard abs and lats. He’s also ever the exquisite cock slurper, and he gets quite a delicious mouthful of Robert’s hooded beef. The feisty lads take turns eating out each other’s puckering tail pipes, and then Robert predictably plows Jeremy in the pick-up flatbed.

(Parched again)

Chi Chi strikes again with "Seduce," featuring impossibly pretty Jason Law, a lean and lovely muscular jock boy, and Austin Larsen, a sexy and manlier biker boy. They suck and fuck and chew pink puckering rim in some basement bar. And ON the bar: there’s a spectacular sight of Jason on his back with his legs splayed all the way back to his shoulders that nearly made me experience my first hands-free boxer-soaker. In his own words, Austin rigorously "owns that hole" and pounds Jason’s tushy but good. Showing he can receive as good as he can provide, Austin then has Jason ass fuck him wildly - though perhaps not wildly enough for the voracious sexpot: at one point, Austin grunts out a vaguely frustrated, "Is that all you got?".

For a climax you’ll not soon forget, John Rutherford orchestrates some fiery combustion between Jeremy Penn and Roland Dane. We open as Jeremy is teasing Roland with his dangling cock. This leads to some cock-swallowing, nut-licking 69 action on the bed. Roland heads further south of the equator and has a slathery slurp on Jeremy’s puckering rosebud.

Then, yes indeedy, the stunningly hot stud-fuck power top Jeremy Penn takes it up the wazoo for the very first time (on camera, anyways). Jeremy’s firm proclamations range the gamut from "I don’t get fucked... nobody fucks me" to "Ow... slower... ooh your cock feels so good in my ass" within precious minutes.

When I first tugged my beef over the sight of slurp-a-licious Jeremy jacking it off with another boy jock in The Freshmen (Falcon Pac 110), little did I imagine I’d someday witness him getting ass-drilled. It’s a glorious sight to behold when a self-professed super top relents and bottoms out - and loves it. Yet I’m sure it has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that Penn doesn’t seem to ever throw a fully erect bone until the moments before he blows a pearly wad on the bed sheets. Hmmmm.

Regardless of the "why’s", this slamming climax memorably caps off a lava-hot assembly of strapping, cream-spewing hunks, each one seething testosterone and all of 'em in their physical prime.