Review

This is one Detour you should steer your rig into at full force.

There’s a hot stud-fuck in town, and his name is Dred Scott. Fiercely inked (including a pair of pec tats that read "black" and "white") and seething sexual menace, this gruff, grizzled bi-racial muscle hunk is primed to pummel you into submission.

On the streets of San Francisco, shirtless inked muscle daddy Eddie Moreno catches sight of mountainous skinhead Scott and follows him into an alley. Scott pounces on Moreno from behind a dumpster and begins to pound the living daylights out of him in a roughhouse courting ritual that’s so aggressive there ought to be a referee. After some gut punching and a brief golden shower to cool Moreno’s fever, Scott forces Moreno to choke on his magnificent cock.

Moreno sucks hard on Scott’s huge balls and gets his face flogged by Scott’s rigid, thick tool. Scott kneels down to blow Moreno, but he’s still clearly in charge, as demonstrated by his aggressive torso slapping and intimidating verbal abuse. Scott soon sprays a thick wad of white chowder all over Moreno’s face and chest. Moreno answers with a blown load of his own, which Scott wipes up and feeds back to him.

Oh, but they’re not done horsing around yet. Scott heaves Moreno on top of the dumpster, spreads the helpless punk’s legs and plunges face-first into his furry trench. Scott scrapes his bristly head and goatee across Moreno’s tender hole, fingers it and, in an image I’ve never quite seen before, pries Moreno’s hole open by tugging on his ass whiskers. Scott power-slams Moreno braced against the dumpster and douses him with yet another messy splatter of cum.

The remainder of the flick is considerably less brutal, but no less combustible.

The next scene involves a pair of fireboxes who make naughty in an actual Hot Cookie store on Castro. Customer Gordon Gage buys some coffee and cookies, conveniently drops his change and bends down to catch the sight of Hot Cookie proprietor Jon-Michael Stuart’s immense bulge poking through his denim crotch. Gage gags on Stuart’s meaty throat plug and, though he doesn’t get an ookie cookie, he does get a gooey facial, followed by a taste of his own spurted goo.

In a tasty bit of comic relief, three unsuspecting customers enter the store and are rightly stunned by what they see: Stuart has Gage bent over a stainless steel counter and is slurping on his furry fuck hole. The shocked trio leave in haste (darnit - I was hoping for a bakery five-way!), leaving Stuart and Gage alone to proceed with some rigorous ass-fucking and plentiful cum-dumping.

Across town, lovers Logan Reed and Reed Parker decide to take a jogging break by sneaking into their old apartment for some wham-bam. It’s a pit-licking, deep-throating, butt-slamming jamboree, with dreamy, clipped-chested jock Logan looking mighty fine as he bores his crotch prong deep into scruffy hottie Parker’s tight spot.

Meanwhile, Gage returns with cookies and coffee (long cold, I imagine) and engages in some soaking hot shenanigans in the shower with Brett Clark, who sports a massive thick uncut dong. Clark authoritatively thwacks his stiffened super-sized tool into the palm of his hand and the hard slapping noise is enough to make anyone worship the sheer enormity of this guy’s thick meat. Gage enthusiastically deep-chokes and slobber-gags on it, then impressively rides it to the hilt.

The final scene is a dream sequence three-way, featuring firebox Rick Hammersmith, exotic and uncut yummy Alberto Dias and horse-hung cutie Cliff Mitchell. Hammersmith manages to suck on both cocks simultaneously, then focuses on Mitchell’s man-sized meat while Dias chews on Hammersmith’s pink starfish. Mitchell then squeezes his sizable pecker deep inside Hammersmith’s box, forcing the insatiable redhead to moan and wince in agonizing ecstasy. After Hammersmith is doused in streams of thick cream (Dias actually spews a squiggly "R" for Rick on Hammersmith’s shoulder!), the firebox delivers a substantial dildo to Mitchell’s twitching rectum, then himself rides a smaller black dildo to a creamy climax.

Technical contributions are quite excellent, though a few awkward shots and transitions interrupt the mood a few times. Yet with hot men this manly - not to mention hairy and horny and hung - a few amateurish moments hardly sour the pot. And if this is what all the guys in San Fran look like - and if scoring with them is as easy as depicted here - it’s no wonder the City by the Bay is a thriving, throbbing and busy gay mecca.

 -- Beef Stroganoff