Review

The sweaty Porn Struck anthology series from All Worlds Video showcases the work of five directors and features ten delectable hotties. Each sequence was shot at the All Worlds Resort in Palm Springs, California, and the porn stars basically play themselves. No acting, no pretense of a plot, just good solid fierce combustible fucking.

Sounds pretty hot, right? Well, it is pretty hot. Since nobody’s really “acting” here, the chemistry between each duo feels truly fiery and much more spontaneous. All five sequences are smoothly shot, staged and edited, but with five directors comes an inherent fluctuation of technical proficiency.

First up, director Doug Jeffries aims his camera towards Casey Williams and Drew Peters, who engage in some mild leather and more-than-mild butt play involving collars, arm cuffs, a latex glove and an astonishingly plump butt plug... and some anal beads…and a veiny black dildo. Must’ve been a sale at "Boys ‘r’ Us." As Casey and Drew hurl each other towards creamy orgasm, director Doug has some fun with the picture-in-picture option of his digital editing system: we get multi-angle views of Drew ferociously pounding Casey’s lubed undertube. The P-I-P stuff is a wee bit chintzy, but Doug certainly earns “snaps” for the idea.

Next, director Dan Cross catches sight of succulent twink Lark Larson and creamilicious gym hunk Jason Hawke as they’re slurping on each other’s stiffened cocks in the outdoor pool and shower. Then we abscond to the bedroom as Jason slides his curved veiny bone into Lark’s tight clench hole. It’s a delectable feast, with two boy creamings for dessert. Well, three if we’re counting the nut I personally blew all over my sofa while watching Lark ride Jason’s magnificent cock all the way to the hilt. **blush** (Grin!)

But there’s more steamy action to come. Over at the resort health club, director Dirk Yates spies sizzling firebox Kurt Summers on the bench press, sucking on Robert Harvey’s dangling uncut ween. This escalates to a throat-gagging sixty-nine on the bench press, after which Kurt plows Robert, eventually launching a slo-mo spurt of thick pearl juice.

Next, my wet dream fantasy husband Max Grand, looking as buff and wily as ever, peers into a private patio to catch ripped Michael Brandon stroking his mighty horse cock. Max demonstrates his exquisite cocksucking prowess, which is all the more impressive given the overall enormity of Mikey’s plump tool. Likewise, Michael sucks deep on Max’s grand weiner, turns him ‘round to suck on his winking starfish, then pounds him properly. Director Rafael concocts the film’s best technical touch: a split-screen cum shot sequence offering a multi view of the guys’ double-spew, with one camera looking up from beneath a glass coffee table. Brian De Palma himself would likely be proud.

Finally, director Mike Donner whips up some more aquatic shenanigans in the resort’s pool. Throbbing stud-fucks Rod Barry and Mike Vista enjoy some lunchtime sixty-nining and rim chewing under the blazing sun. Then Rod, sporting a USMC tattoo - the very idea of which is a splattery orgasm all by itself - feeds his thick cock to Mike’s hungry hole.

What else can I say? If the proposed Porn Struck follow-ups are as delicious as tihs debut, I may need to invest in plastic sofa covers.

 -- Beef Stroganoff