Review

An all-solo effort from Fox Studio, filled to the brim with bulging musclemen. If you get off on big beefy guys flexing and posing before stroking off, Crotch Rockets is one to seek out.

Chance opens the video, going to his outdoor laundry room area, stripping down to his jock, and starting his session. The quite flexible Chance has no problem suckling on the head of his uncut meat, and blasts off a nice load.

Cover model Flex Gordon is up next, although in the video itself he sports a mustache. He flexes and poses on an outdoor balcony, the sun covering every inch of his impressive and rippling body muscles. His cock is average size, but he also blasts a good load. (Posing fans will love him.)

My favorite guy of the video is next: Beefy and tattooed Tony Bronco. We find him at the beach working out. He does the parallel bars and other gymnastics and flexes for all its worth. Cut to Tony surfside, as he strips down to a form-fitting Speedo and flexes some more. Cut to Tony in a back alley (presumably near the beach) as he strips off and strokes off. His skin is a bit rough, but his trade attitude and handling of his meat got me going.

California blond cutie Mark Holiday is next. Covered in light blonde fuzz and with a killer body and face, if you dig SoCal dudes, Mark's your man. He strokes off by a hot tub, popping a nice load that he rubs into his ripped abs. Cut to Mark in the shower, where he lathers up and pops yet another load. (Bravo, dude.)

Last up is Danilo, a smooth beefy hunk who strokes off in an outdoor garden. (Probably very near to where Mark popped his nut.) Great smile, average size uncut dick, nice load. And there you go.

The DVD transfer is decent, with colors not bleeding too much (this is a 1993 solo effort after all) and good photography, especially Tony's beach scenes. The music score is very typical for the times, as are the opening and closing credits. There are two trailers for other Fox Studio classics, and contact information. I do have to wonder why releasing company Pacific Sun uses that god-awful screech as the menus are coming up; it's beyond annoying.