Review

Picking up where the creamy DreamBoy left off, DreamBoy USA, as its moniker suggests, eventually shoots our jet-set booty boy Danny (Ryan Morgan) towards New York.

We begin in London as Danny tells Max all about his yummy new flat-mate (Antonio Lopez) and about all the constant sex they’ve been distracting themselves with since he moved in.

Across the channel to France, onboard a ferry, we join a private photo shoot with Danny photographing cuddly Jack, a dreamy big-balled twink who wears a skull necklace, has a first-class cabin on the ferry and who even gets his own Titanic-like theme music. (Danny and Jack’s “You jump, I jump” homage, by the way, yields far more mutually seminiferous results than Leo could manage - with Kate, anyway.)

After a hitchhiking suck-and-plow on the hood of a “straight” French cutie’s car, Danny winds up getting falsely arrested for house-breaking by some uniformed Gendarmes and then interrogated with their plump pulsating cocks. Danny double-sucks them obediently, takes a sweaty booty slam and gets rewarded with a gooey facial.

After a fantasy dalliance with a young churchboy gardener in a grassy meadow we convene in a well appointed stone mansion, complete with fornicating masters and servants and an overly zealous fog machine in the boudoir.

As for the “USA” part of the title, Danny eventually winds up in New York City for a sexless epilogue - a teaser, really, for the next gooey Stateside-bound episode of DreamBoy.

This one’s got scrumptious and heavily hung twinkie studs, better than average acting and a storyline nearly as trashily engrossing as Queer as Folk, only with stickier sex scenes (and a smaller lighting budget, natch). Extras include a bonus scene with lots of licked off body butter, three photo galleries and hardcore trailers.

Hampered only by some occasionally sub-par production values, thee four-star twinkie jocks of DreamBoy USA will leave you drooling in a puddle of your own spent spurt.

 -- Beef Stroganoff