Review

This de-facto sequel to the lip-smacking dick-stiffener Lumber Jocks assembles a delightfully dirty dozen Euro hunks: some with incredible, baby-smooth muscular physiques; some with scruff and semi-furry bods; all with hooded, mouth-watering meat; and all displaying an insatiable appetite for deep, slow, passionate cock-gargling and ass-ramming.

The scenario:
Twelve gorgeous man hunks converge on a quaint country cottage for a weekend of delicious depravity. Don’t worry about the non-existent plot and the ludicrously mistranslated subtitled dialogue, just behold the splendid sight of yummy gay boys gettin’ some in the great outdoors.

We open with a pastoral threesome amongst a trio of smooth jock hunks, with lots of hot kissing and determined groping of the bulges in each others’ tight Daisy Dukes. Soon they’re fully naked under the bright midday sun, gulping cock and slurping ass right there on the grass. The wistful new-agey score accentuates the sumptuous scenery and camerawork, yet strangely belies the rigorousness of the face fucking and rump humping.

A second threesome occurs near a pile of logs, with more face sucking, jeans groping, cock wagging and hole shellacking (and hole stuffing, naturally). The two manly jock types - one baby’s-ass-smooth; one medium fuzzy - take turns pounding the plump, luscious booty of a compact bottom cutie.

Yet another hillside threeway gets even hotter and heavier as three other spying hunks observe the succulent suckery from a nearby mound of hay. Soon, the three Peeping Toms join the pack and make a throat-plugging, shaft-jerking jamboree, highlighted by a six-way circle suck and a climactic fuck-a-thon that keeps on banging well past the golden-hued dusk and into the dark evening. Shoulders, torsos and abs get drenched with the gushes of thick jetted man juice.

We close with a passionate against-a-tree session between coverboys Ray Phillips and Roberto Giorgio. Roberto gives Ray’s mighty thick cock proficient head (aided, no doubt, by his tongue-stud), then Ray eats Roberto’s spread-apart fur hole for a late-afternoon snack. Cut to Ray ramming his impressive tool into Roberto’s arched bottom.

As usual, Csaba Borbély captures the naughty action with an exquisite eye, and the production value is upped even more by the ubiquitous countryside scenery. Only the music score seems like a last-minute afterthought, as it’s not always fitting to the action onscreen. (DVD note: The DVD features a bonus 24-minute reel of buck-naked interviews with Pacific Sun’s exclusive stars.)

If watching perfect physical specimens sucking, ramming and shooting their rocks off while surrounded by nature's splendor is your idea of a good time, you’ve probably already popped a woody, so do yourself a favor and save it to get off with these scrumptious Euro jocks.
-Beef Stroganoff