Review

There will be no fucking! This seems to be an edict that Ms. LaRue adopts from time to time. Off the Street - Volume 2 is one of those times - and this is still one great little flick.

Shot in Chicago, LaRue takes a couple porn stars and throws them into the mix with a bevy of delightful new faces. The variety of performers is sure to please most all porn fans. The mixture of solo duo scenes is also an interesting departure from traditional porn fare.

Volume 2 begins with a most inspiring solo. Sebastion (billed in the movie as Sebastian) is seen tucked neatly into a windowsill with his legs on a pedestal. This mono-named dude is precisely the reason that porn fantasies exist: tall, dark and handsome, sporting a pierced navel and a gorgeous cock. His solo performance is great and it is easy to imagine him sharing the screen with another guy for some real man-sex.

The next solo showcases the blonde and hairy Randy Holt. While not the god that Sebastion is, Holt is a pretty good find. He plays with his nipples and pumps a creamy load from his cock.

Tall, skinny, tattooed redhead Max Fresh is pretty much just what his name implies - fresh. He isn’t what one would come to expect from a mainstream porn. Instead Fresh is cute and inviting while exuding as much danger as a smiling, blue-eyed, redheaded boy possibly can. His cock is like him: long and thin, and he has fun showing it off for the camera and us.

Throughout the movie porn-star Nino Bacci pops up here and there, ostensibly to "bring these regular guys in off of the street". That doesn’t mean, however, that he doesn’t get to strip down and get in on the action. He has a nice turn with beefy Peter Russo. Russo is a Colt type, muscular and edgy. Russo and Bacci kiss and suck on a deserted rooftop. They jerk one another’s cocks to ample explosions. Later, Bacci jumps into bed with cute, uncut Troy Masters sucking his dick and working his skin like there is no tomorrow. These two make out and trade blowjobs but the bulk of the cock work has Bacci chewing on Masters’ glorious tool. It is probably safe to say that Bacci would have chemistry with a watermelon; he certainly finds it with both Russo and Masters.

Although not the last, the best scene in the film features Nick Young and Dirk Fletcher and takes place in Minneapolis. It is difficult (if you don’t already know these guys) to tell which guy is Young and which guy is Fletcher; of course, who cares? But, for the sake of argument let’s assume that the young looking guy is Young. Okay, Young is breathtaking. He looks exactly like a boy you would find in a Bel Ami video. He is smooth as ice, has piercing eyes, pierced ears, spiky dark hair, and a big uncut dick that looks as though it has an extra foot of foreskin. He also seems to be a pig for cock.

The scene opens with him sitting on a chair wearing a tight shirt and shorts that look like a wrestling singlet. In a flash he pops out his bone and works his glorious foreskin ten ways from Sunday, loving the attention of the camera. After a few minutes Fletcher shows up, also stroking his rod. Fletcher seems a little older (maybe wiser) and is pretty good looking. He is, funnily enough, wearing a gym shirt that says "butch". Young cannot get enough of Fletcher’s cock, sucking it like he wants to get to the tootsie roll inside. Young is an adept cocksucker, and very fun to watch.

After a while, they trade places and Fletcher gets to shine Young’s knob and chew on the wealth of skin. Young, who seems intoxicated by Flecther’s cock, leans over and again begins to deep throat the trouser monster. At this point Fletcher is fingering Young’s gorgeous asshole (if only these two had fucked!). Young shoots while Fletcher is chewing on his boy balls. They both shoot wonderful globs of goo all over Fletcher.

This scene is one you will watch over and over again,
and alone makes this flick worth the price!
-Scott Templeton