Review

"We write, knowing we are licked from the start."
-Henry Miller, Nexus

"We’re creators by permission, by grace as it were.
No one creates alone, of and by himself."
-Henry Miller, Sexus

"Uh, fuck yeah… do my tight hole!"
-Lance Gear, Plexus!

The final throbbing installment in Raging Stallion’s truly amazing trilogy is an intense, extreme, hardcore trip that seduces you at the beginning, bundles you up and doesn’t let go till the very end. Henry Miller’s similarly named trilogy be damned - this is the only work students of the future will consider worthy of scrutiny!

The carnal conclusion begins with a sampled sixties English movie quote amidst tempestuous piano chords. "What do you have in mind, Mr. Gay Boy?" and it’s a question that delights in its own rhetoric - we open to see the assembled studs hot and naked, warming up for the show. As they scour the dark orgy arena with flashlights, beefed-up pecs, leather straps and chest hair are illuminated. It’s a teasing taste that’ll start you drooling. We soon focus in on stud-of the moment Rollins, the shaven-headed sinner getting his inches worshipped by Jerek and Stern. We could ask for no better introduction as they hungrily gobble what he has to offer - be it that magnificent equipment or that cherubic, pert ass.

The cast begin to merge into one contorting heap of flesh, trilogy star Gear blowing beautiful cover-boy Vincenzo to a five-burst explosive orgasm, echoing the display with his own pyrotechnic plumes of pearls, which he proceeds to lick from Vincenzo’s hairy legs and shiny black boots.

Once the spooge has well and truly flown from the assembled collective, we begin a series of smaller, more intimate groups. First up is hairy foreign daddy Stern, whose uncut dong gets more and more engorged with blood as he caresses the steel pecs of Steele, slapping and fingering his prostrate body before spinning him around like a rag-doll and pounding the shit out of the gasping stud. Serrano joins in, offering up his tool for the greedy bottom, spitroasted like a dirty pig. When the two top men trade positions there’s no rest for poor Steele: Serrano has bundles of pent-up energy and Stern lives up to his name, slapping the face of the suckslut when he fails to keep deep-throating.

Suddenly, Gear is on the receiving end of Serrano’s hammering, and though it’s confusing seeing one guy then another without the usual introductory preamble, it works great here. It tells us one thing: Everyone is gonna get fucked, and they are all gonna get fucked well.

Rollins is next to replace Gear as the recipient of the tireless Serrano’s attentions. The skinhead plaything dangles from the bars and chains of the set as the goateed Serrano licks his cock, balls and hole before rubbering up and slapping his hips against those hungry, responsive ass-cheeks. Rollins’ gymnastic poses and positions threaten to exhaust Serrano, so the torch is passed to Vincenzo, who continues the rhythmic thrashing that could split Rollins into two. Grunting appreciatively as he dangles, Rollins gets the tops to treat him like nothing more than a hole. Well and truly pumped, he leads the trio with a tidal wave of white-hot white joy-piss.

Serrano’s still hungry, and throws the unsuspecting Vincenzo into the sling. But this new bottom boy son learns to take it like a man, his prick rock-hard as he receives the attentions he had recently blessed upon Rollins. Things get overheated very quickly and the sweaty duo shoot their juice everywhere, Serrano greedily licking his load from Vincenzo’s drained balls and puckered asseye.

Jerek may be a relative newcomer to porn, but when it’s his turn in the sling he shines like a professional, swallowing blonde hunk Austen’s thick prick up his ass while his own angrily erect monster is swallowed by insatiable the Vincenzo who finishes this short but sexually adventurous sequence by covering them in his love-load.

The fucktastic finale opens with the returning Gear being ploughed senseless by big bully Stern, who in reality is simply warming Gear up for the seeing-to of a lifetime by the aggressive Rollins. Soon all the cast are reunited for an unforgettable frenzied fifteen minute free-for-all of face-sucking, finger-fucking, hole-munching and ass-punching that once seen, will be forever burned onto your retinas.

Move over Leo: We’ve got the new Kings of the World right here!

When films of this highest-of-all-calibers are released,
an angel gets their wings. And a devil rubs his hands in glee.
-Froufrou A. Gogo