Review

Released under Fox Studio's Tyger Films division, Jock-A-Holics is not only one of director Jerry Douglas' best (although not as well known as Dream Team or Family Values), it's a jockstrap fetishist's wet dream - a used, crusty, sloppy, stinky, throbbing, gagalicious, wet dream. Lord help me!

The set-up is relatively simple: Jason Andrews needs help buying the right-sized jock-strap and severe fetish freak Erik Houston is more than willing to oblige. (As a jock sniffer extraordinaire, he's got a stash of hundreds laying about.) Their incredible sex scene sizzles like nobody's business, and includes a great cum dumping.

Next up we find beefy Steve Gibson as Jason's football playing bro. The two of them take a quick piss, start jacking their jock-ensconced sacks, and then fuck like hillbillies. Incest - the game the whole family can play. Totally hot, totally believable, totally jock-filled.

Cover model - and drop-dead gorgeous hulking hunk - Phil Bradley is a true pig; he's the one supplying Erik with all of his bounty. (Read: cum-filled, crusty, used jockstraps from various players.) What a job. Phil's body-and-balls shave-down of overstuffed beefslab Aaron Austin is sure to get your sack attack going strong. Aaron always was a little dull onscreen for me, but his scene here with Phil popped my champagne cork. Fizzy.

A strange but still relatively hot gogo-boy slut sequence follows (for some reason it feels in the film) and a good portion of the cast returns for a sleazy, jock-sniffing, cum-splattered finale that worked me well.

Crusty jocks, beefy guys, "straight" dudes getting inducted into "the life", great photography, a good musical score (Sharon Kane) and thick cream pies of the human kind all add up to one great flick you gotta love. I do! Regardless of whether jock-sniffing floats your boat or not, Jock-A-Holics is a must-see. Too bad it wasn't filmed in "Odorama." Oink.

 -- Keeneye Reeves