Review

Scruffed and chiseled hunk Michael Brandon kicks things off, delivering his long spectacular dong to mostly smooth, sculpted, adorable baby-cakes Damien Drake. This sizzling muscle-ripped opener ought to immediately stiffen your trousers, as it did mine.

Michael Brandon attends to heart-stoppingly hot Damien Drake.

Drake goes to town on Brandon’s huge piece, sucking his prodigious shaft nearly down to the bush. Brandon feasts heartily on the tight furry delights of Drake’s million dollar booty before exquisitely prying it open with a deep joust of his thick monster meat. These two really set things on fire as Brandon totally commands Drake’s precious ass, and Brandon really shows off his lean, ripped musculature with every smooth, powerful lunge. For cappers, Brandon delivers a memorably gushy facial to Drake, but only after lapping up a fresh puddle of Drake’s spilt milk.

When Tag Adams pops up in the next hook-up scenario, you know something piggish is bound to occur. Tag offers a deep gobbling suck job to Aussie Brendan Austen, before lending him his milky white ass in a sweaty, growling suck-n-plow set in a cooly lit den.

Shaved-bald tattoo’d stud-fuck Shane Rollins strides into the den as Tag’s still being tagged by Austen. Soon Shane is chewing on Tag’s raw spread-wide hole, then plugging it deep and wide with his ready cock. More jetted jissom splatters on eager faces here, too.

Jay Black feeds his anaconda to bearded bitch boy Sean Storm.

A black and white rooftop tousle follows, with Shaq-lookalike (and Shaq-sized) Jay Black feeding his dark massive anaconda to bearded bitch boy Sean Storm, tease-thrusting his pink puckering hair hole with his tongue and with his bare grinding cock. He practically booty-slams Storm’s tight silky ass clear across the bay, before aiming the full creamy gush of his thick load right into Storm’s eager, gulping mouth for one of the gooiest, saltiest oral cum shots in the studio’s repertoire.

A stylishly shot six-man multi-racial orgy on pedestal blocks takes place inside a fashionable art gallery exhibit. It’s quite a ride, and ever so artsy-fartsy, bringing things to a slurpy, thrusty, gushy crescendo. And did I mention creamy and salty again? Overall, I haven’t seen so much milk guzzled outside of Sweden - but at least the myriad protein shakes are evidence enough that these raging stallions didn’t soil the artwork.

Extras on the DVD include a 7-minute making-of reel; a LOADdisc DVD’zine behind-the-scenes featurette; and a slide show of unobstructed views of The Art of Paul Jermann, as glimpsed in backdrops during the film’s orgy scene and as displayed in full at the gallery located at 1155 Mission Street in San Francisco.