Review

Wow - is it really number six already? Seems like it wasn’t even yesterday when we swooned over Sword Master and pissed our pants laughing at the effeminate voice-overs of Gambler's Delight. Private Man is high class Europorn at its best, no mullets here thank you. The guys are built, buff and uncut, and yes, you’ve seen them in just about every Pacific Sun or High Octane production. And guess what - it’s so life-affirming I felt totally liberated after watching it!

Just a shame it’s the usual Rumplestiltskin-esque "guess my name" job. As usual the performers use odd names. You’ll recognize Janos Volt and George Vidanov, possibly Sandor Sablon. The others will get you going, "Oh, it’s him!" as a sexy-kinda-deja-vu sets in. There is the odd, odd name though. I mean, Vipera? If that doesn’t sound like a drag queen I don’t know what does.

Graduation Gay tells the story of Johnny (Deny), a student who can’t concentrate on his work because his girlfriend is so sexually demanding she gives crack-whores a bad name. Gay pal Roger (Volt aka Attila Hogyes) invites him to stay at his luxurious house - frigging rich kids - that just happens to be filled with muscular young gay guys. Don’t you hate it when that happens?

Sasha, the servant (I guess slavery is legal in porn) makes Johnny feel welcome, but it’s when he eavesdrops on arguing couple Alex and Antony in the gym that the screen begins to heat up. Muscular Antony (you’ll know his face, but call yourself what you like – you can’t run from bottom) begins the hot slow-mo make up sex by swallowing his lover’s tool in one gulp before riding it like a Eurobitch on heat, making full use of every piece of gym equipment as they fuck in every conceivable position.

The next day in the sauna Johnny gets a foot massage from coquettish Sasha, and it’s not long before Roman hands and Russian fingers disappear under towels - the straight Johnny taking his first steps on the man-on-man path. Sasha plays follow-my-lead and pretty soon Johnny is sucking and fucking the young buck, really getting into it! The sauna gets hotter and sticker than ever before as Sasha blows his chunks (in a blue-tinted slow mo sequence) quickly followed by shots of a confused Johnny. You’ve got to see Sasha’s face - he is dying to lap up Johnny’s cum.

Bruce, another house guest played by Black Jack - who is white - is discussed by Volt and Antony: "He’s not bisexual but very gay. Very gay." (Why don’t they just ask him, or sing show tunes and see if he joins in?) Antony seduces him by the pool (there’s your answer!) grabbing the attention of Volt who is totally turned on seeing this buff duo suck each other’s uncut equipment. Volt takes both up the shitter, creating a sweat-filled three-way that will resurface in your dreams.

There’s a fair amount of plot next, which I fast-forwarded through, coming to a rest as Sasha massages yet another guy – Vipera - and ends up with a cock in his eager mouth. I guess when it comes to massage, you’ve either got magic fingers or you haven’t! The sex scene (intercut with more blue slo-mo) starts with kissing and sucking before Sasha once again takes it up the ass, shooting his joy-juice all over the Pier One-ish furniture.

The finale sees everyone’s favorite, George Vidanov, and Volt entertaining muscle-mountain Jonathan Collins and pal Davide, dark and sexy. Luckily the sparking dialogue (delivered in perfect English accents) such as “Do you like my shirt?” is stopped when the three gang up on Jonathan (who is too huge for his young age – 23), stripping him and giving him a treat. Vidanov and Davide start the sucking - prepare for some amazingly large cocks to be unleashed! Both Davide and Jonathan are big, thick and juicy (Volt struggles to swallow the dark stud’s shaft) but when Vidanov fucks the musclestud the passion seems to sizzle out. Jonathan should take lessons from buddy Davide, who is having a great old time bouncing on Volt’s throbbing member like a Kangaroo on ecstasy! Shame the couples don’t trade partners. But it’s all made better when we get to see another legendary Vidanov cumshot.

We end on Johnny back at his pad – and judging by the voice over he can’t wait to get a cock in his mouth again! A sequel? So long Straightsville?

Though not as good as some of the previous efforts, director Brogi has pulled off an interesting diversion that’ll get you off, just maybe not after the forty-sixth viewing.
-Froufrou A. Gogo