Review

Hot men, crisp production values, and good, clean (and mostly vanilla) sex. That's a Jocks entry for you, and Desert Hart is no exception.

From a poolside, the Aryan-like Hart serves as narrator for a spate of sexual pairings. The first features "Falcon exclusive Colby Taylor." After a whole lot of oral, partner Lancourt's shaved asshole gets plowed into oblivion.

Next, Hart introduces "big stud" Jake Andrews, who gets his nipples licked, unholy-huge cock gorged upon (in fairness, he does the same back to his partner), ass eaten, and then destroys his bug-eyed partner's ass foreverafter with a good fuckin'.

Next, a three way, as Evans - the beefiest and hairiest of them - swallows the other two's cocks. He soon ends up with a cock in his ass, while another gets fucked with a lube bottle (!!!) as a circle-jerk completes the madness.

Hart finally gets into the action come the final scenario. Watching a couple go at it outside, he joins in. Inside, they work out in their own special way alongside gym equipment, as Hart fucks them both into a tizzy. He rewards their patient efforts by turning their adoring mugs into cock receptacles with a faceful of nectar. Adam's got a rock solid Hart of gold, doesn't he?

 -- Flapjax