Review

In this XXX-rated goody bag, the unstoppable Madame LaRue gives us a spooge-laden peek behind the scenes of her naughty on-line smut site. For nearly two hours, your favorite porn playboys act out fan requests as they come over the Internet. There's quite a bit here for the muscle fan, and surprisingly, the foot fetishist. Wriggling toes and delicately curved arches make more than one appearance.

The film opens with the smooth bulk of Caesar filling the screen. He's your football player wet dream come to life, and he likes boys! He's soon joined by Bacci, who proceeds to eat Caesar’s cavernous crapper before going bottoms-up to take Caesar’s bowel-banger. Bacci growls and grunts like a wild boar in rut, but he overdoes it a bit, and it comes across as somewhat unrealistic. Nonetheless, it's still a pretty steamy scene.

Foot fairies will wet their knickers over the next vignette, which features swarthy Johnson, whose sneering expressions and dagger-eyed looks are equal parts stimulating and silly. When the scene begins, he's hideously contorted and slobbering all over his toes. After some spirited sock-sniffing, he turns the sock into a handy masturbatory tool. He then places his feet on either side of his mammoth doodle and starts yanking. Eventually, all that fancy footwork becomes too much, and he pops his cork.

Next up is criminally adorable Ebson, whose Hispanic looks belie his Teutonic porn name. He's young, smooth and uncut, and he plays with his oversized organ until his goopy boysperm refuses to remain inactive. We then go offsite to watch the aptly named Spike and newcomer Davis (who's no slouch in the meat department himself) go at it. This is one of the film's hottest scenes. The climax of the scene is not to be missed, when Spike shoots a veritable fountain of love-lava. Next, Kennedy and Reed do the do, taking turns orally and anally pleasuring each other.

The next scene is designed for the fan of muscle worship. Real life lovers Evans and Banes pose and flex for each other, showing you every pumped inch of their hairy buff bodies. These fuzzy fellas are way into each other and it shows. From bulging bi’s to globular glutes, no muscle remains unexplored. There's no sucking or fucking, just lots of self and mutual admiration, ending with a jerk-off session.

Next up at bat are lanky Brandon and his huge hang-low. It takes two hands just to maneuver the monster. He's soon joined by Price, who starts chomping. This boy must have no gag reflex, because he swallows it whole with the greatest of ease. Price ends up going for a ride on Brandon's tool, which causes Brandon to shoot what appear to be several gallons of guy-gook.

In the next scene, Young manipulates his huge, curved foreskin-clad prod for your viewing delight. There's more foot and sockplay here, in case you haven't had enough already. In a nasty twist, he dumps his junk on the sock and then stuffs it in his mouth. In the final scene, hunky cameraman Williams (who’s been running out from behind the camera and fluffing the performers throughout the film) ends up paired with Hawke. The two men have a swordfight before Williams positions his ripped body on Hawke's piston and goes for a ride.

Though there's a good variety of men, the film caters to those who like their men post-twink but pre-Daddy. There are a few puckish Gen-Y’ers in the mix, but the vast majority of the guys are on the slippery side of 30.

 -- T.J. Maxxwell