Review

From what we see in Glory Holes of New York, one of the most unexpected responses to the horrific terrorist attacks of September 11th was gay New York’s sudden desire to fuck like the world was about to end. After all, many thought it was about to.

After spending time in San Francisco, Chicago and Lalaland, director Riccelli has triumphantly returned East, paying tribute to that crazed period in time where Manhattanites refused to be terrorized, kept a caring eye on their neighbors, and sucked their cocks to prove these affections.

Brazilian studmuffin Reeves tours the city on Gloria Hole’s behalf (apparently, “she has been such a busy hooker”), finding the best holes and the cocks that stick through them. And as for the glory holes themselves...

As the credits roll we know we are in for a treat as Reeves dances erotically against the red, white and blue as the roll-call of New York types are displayed. Woof. Brace yourself and we’ll all explore the city so nice they named it twice. Just bring sensible walking shoes and plenty of cab fare as Reeves merrily completes his perverted Fodor’s Guide. If this movie has just one fault, it’s the endless location-location-location mentality, leading to an unnecessary “padding-out” as the crew got as much footage as was humanly possible. Was there one street we didn’t get to see?

Luckily it’s not long before we get our first glory hole jamboree, with Chad Hunt’s Big Apple Big Banana fed to the stunning Morales who sucks and slurps before being joined by blonde Titan stud Parker, their three-way action all apparently located under Rockefeller Plaza. (How very Beneath the Planet of the Apes. Wonder where the mutants stored their “Holy and Everlasting Bomb” during the shoot. I guess all of New York’s other underground dwellers - CHUDs, Trogs, mole people, giant alligators and the homeless Giuliani had locked up down there - weren’t interested.) Hunt fucks both in the first of an amazingly sensual series of sequences.

A few blocks from Times Square, one New York’s Finest - Alvarez - is asked for directions by just-off-the-bus-from-Nebraska Hunter. They give each other “the look” and make their way to a hidden room where Alvarez is on his knees straight-away, sucking Hunter’s massive member, framed wonderfully with a chunky cock-ring. Hunter loves the attention, commenting that “cops aren’t this friendly in Nebraska” as he is facefucked through a crowd-control barrier by the uniformed stud, rapidly getting out of uniform.

Alvarez has his ass eaten out before Hunter fills it with his excess-of-inches that he thrusts in and out with insane momentum. Alvarez’s muscled torso looks great set against Hunter’s slim white young hairy body. The room must be one of those places that are making a comeback since Bloomberg took over and spent most of his time persecuting the city’s smokers. They even put cacti out to decorate! Those who saw Hunter’s debut in Chi Chi LaRue’s Starting Young know exactly what this kid is capable of - he performs his auto-fellatio trick for the impressed cop before both fuck a mystery butt through a glory-hole. The two oral-and-anal-pigs make this yet another blood-boilingly memorable sequence.

Heading to Chelsea we stumble across a leather-club, accessed via gay coffeehouse Big Cup, apparently. (Wow, they certainly kept that hidden door quiet - was it denied to me because I didn’t tip enough?) It’s filled with the most un-Chelsea Boyish types you could find - there’s not a steroid, apple martini or crystal-pipe anywhere! Slave Ortiz sucks three cocks for the pleasure of his Master, Leon. This duo also appear together in Manhattan Sex Party 2 along with Gonzales, who happens to be one of the mystery dongs, together with Lattimore (making his escape from bad Bacchus titles) and Westin (from Michael Lucas’ Uncovered, which Gonzales was also in - he gets about a bit!).

Ortiz gets to be the filling in an Oreo spit-roast, getting a facial cum-shower from Westin that he proceeds to memorably rub all over his face. He’s fucked by everyone, loving it, but producing such agonized moans that when well-hung Gonzales mounts him you’d think the condom had spikes. He’s covered with their liquid gifts as a final thank-you present. Never let it be said New Yorkers don’t know how to show gratitude! This is behavior more suited to the Meat-Packing District surely, but who the Hell am I to split hairs?

The amazing Jared Scott pulls off a great two-dick-suck solo, shedding his cowboy clothes and getting sweatier as he practically inhales cock leading to his own climax that pushed me dangerously close to one of my own! But why the pained expression, Jared? This scene apparently happens in Central Park, but I’d have thought any Porto-Potties located there would have been filled with vagabonds. Eww.

Finally hitting downtown (and observing the Ground Zero tribute en-route) Reeves picks up businessman Matthews, who strips off his Brooks Brothers whilst making Reeve’s uncut wang very hot, wet and pliable. The suit-fetishist in me found this extra-saucy but my pulse raced as high as it possibly could as Reeves did a show-stopping suck and fuck routine on the blonde yuppie, covering him with both of their ball-bank deposits.

And so the book is finished. No doubt it’ll be knocking the fifth Harry Potter off the number one spot in the Borders charts.

 -- Froufrou A. Gogo

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