Review

When Factory Video are good they are very good. When they are bad, well, let’s not go there girlfriend. The cover features Reddick (like name, like nature - I know, old joke) and I’m afraid to say this cumpig who likes the white stuff delivered orally is kind of unusual looking. He looks like one of those sketches that Alien Abductees draw under regressive hypnosis. He’s joined by the usual band of “interesting” types, including skater punks, skinheads and tattooed daddies.

The accompanying blurb tells us it’s the weekend and the search has begun. The Quest for Spooge. I’m guessing it’ll be like the Quest for Fire but without as many Neanderthals. Well, without as many bearded Neanderthals.

The first quest involves Damon Dogg and Finnegin Casey (reckon he’s Irish?) trolling through a San Francisco park and getting rude. The punky young tattooed couple spends time sucking each other, kissing and eating ass in the great outdoors before they retire to an RV where their flames of passion won’t start any forest fires. (Smokey Bear would be so proud.) Casey fucks his sweaty buddy on a nasty duvet before delivering a payload of crème right in his hungry mouth. Dogg returns the favor and Casey ensures those punk balls are totally drained by sucking the last few drops out. Hmmm. That was an easy quest, no? Not exactly the Quest for the Grail now was it?

Next up its Markie and Chas on the hunt for White Gold (in Texas Tea-rooms?) Oh, and they’ve found it straight away in a hotel room. Off come the clothes and Chas gets bottle blonde Markie’s big prick (with the ever-so-trimmed pubes) in his mouth, getting it hot, wet and sticky. Chas then rides that baloney pony (yee-haw!) before Markie turns him over and forces him to bite the pillow, as he proves that with youth comes boundless energy. Gotta love the sound of balls slapping against asscheeks. Sadly the spooge misses the mouth this time and ends on Chas’s torso. Not all quests end successfully I guess.

Reddick is up finally, beginning his search in a tea-room where he picks up Parker, who whips out an impressive Prince Albert-ed bearstick that makes Reddick drop to his knees to savor. He sucks the blob right out of Parker’s ballsac, whilst fingering his own ass at the same time. Fun end to the vignette. Both leave the scene of the crime but Reddick returns to lick the spilt daddyseed from the floor. Waste nothing as my mother would say.

That greedy spoofpig is still hungry for more so he runs into Oscar Wild (any relation to the original?) in the park. They’re both just in their underpants, as if naughty dorm girls stole all their clothes for some sorority prank, so why not make the best of a bad situation? Mega hung skinhead Wild’s shaved middle-leg is catnip to Reddick who is swallowing the beast within seconds before turning that skinhead round, spreading his ass cheeks and giving that hole a good old tongue-poke.

Finally he’s back home with Hobbs (that skank!) and the pair tear off each other’s clothes, suck like crazy before Hobbs rubbers up and pounds that red manhole eight ways ‘til Sunday. Reddick pulls at the sheets with pleasure, before finally getting his reward as Hobb’s siphons out his pleasure pus directly into his mouth. Through the lips and over the gums, look out tummy here it comes!

Oddly hollow film, a disappointing fuckflick from a usually reliable source.
Maybe it was a bad weekend. Let’s hope next weekend proves a better yield.
-Froufrou A. Gogo

Review for Hot Off the Web 2 - Cock Worship:
Hot off the press is the second Hot Off the Web collection of high(ish) quality filth from the San Francisco Fetish Factory (which later streamlined to Factory Video). This hour of cockworship is an early effort, so it’s not as polished as their later productions but proudly boasts of it’s direction “by our models with customer input” which is a bit odd. Oh, and the post-production is by a guy nicknamed “Puddles”. Oh yes? Wonder how he got that name…

Will you be sitting in puddles by the end? Not if the first scene is anything to go by. The Breeder Boys sit down and jerk off to straight porn. One is slightly puppyfatted but has a foreskin, and the other is cute but keeps his sunglasses on for the most part, not to preserve any anonymity, but maybe because he’s paying video homage to Roy Orbison. Expect no oral cumshots or anything else that made Factory so endearing to our hearts. Mercifully, it’s short.

The next scene will make you forget all about it. Or as the caption puts it: “But, Reed Parker worshiping David Astor’s Jock Clad Body sizzles!” In other words, yes, even we knew the first scene was a joke. The two studs are already in their underwear as we start, passionate kissing before Parker totally tonguebathes his buddy, eating those jock encased buns before Astor gets on his hands and knees and gaggingly deepthroats that cockringed masterpiece. Parker is face fucked one more time before his ass gets the attention in what quickly tricks you into thinking is a bareback scene. No such luck, these are safe vidz! But for a while your eyes will widen either with pleasure or terror.

Astor looks great and his greased six-pack glistens in the sunlight that spills in through the windows. A prolonged shag-scene with great skin-on-skin fuckslap sounds, finishing with Parker getting a mouthful of Astor’s Nancy Pearls. A loving close-up of it slooping down his chin finishes this fab bit; Jock Suckin’ Cum Pig as the closing caption calls him.

”Billy and Frank ask ‘Well What About Leather’?” goes the next caption, and they answer with a scene with Billyboy (later Billy Wild) strapped to a rack (or the wardrobe closet door) whilst Frank Parker gives him light slaps with a riding crop - as if he’s swatting mosquitoes. The Master and Slave kiss before Billy takes his Master’s cock (unpierced right now) and sucks it like a beef lollipop. Did Parker stand on a stepladder to reach though?

More kissing before Parker frees his slave (Amistad!), turns him around and eats out that strawberry blonde ass. Tongue fucks become finger fucks leading to Frank’s cock - uncovered at first and looking dangerously close to dipping - before (with the magic of television) a condom magically appears the second actual penetration takes place (in a great low angle close up). Sadly the scene ends without Billy taking a mouthful of someone else’s gloop, settling on his own instead. Guess he didn’t like home-grown after he’d eaten out a few times. “You gotta admire a boy who licks up his own cum!” the caption says.

Finally we’re promised Reed Parker lapping up five loads in fifty-six seconds, so I’ve got the stop-watch in my spare hand (I’m writing with my teeth) to check. But hold your horses (with your free hand!) because we have a great build-up first as Parker greedily services five mega cocks. You’ll recognize a few of the guys from other productions, but instantly there’s Frank Parker and Billy and Dakota (whilst he was still cute). And who is that gorgeous thirty-something brunette on the left? He’s totally gorgeous and I’ve never seen him in anything since. Who cares if he that haircut makes him look like Andre Previn? The guys quicken their shooting gallery by kissing, nipple-tweaking, ass-fingering and armpit licking each other as the camera devotes most of it’s time to lovingly capturing Reed Parker’s magnificent mouth in action. I’m guessing his parents were both swordswallowers. He’s eventually trapped in an endless pleasure circle by the five hot guys, each with fabulous fucksticks!

It’s a shame when Dan is the first to pop his shagberry cork because it means that this scene is gonna be over, but when he delivers his Angel Delight to Parker he sets off a domino rally of spooge as the other four all spill their lunch money right down his greedy throat. And yes, it does happen in fifty-six seconds, but I could