Review

A crew of Philly boyz blithely speak of Brotherly Love, make their way up to the Big Apple to take big ol' bites of each other's big ol' meatsticks, or simply cruise the streets of Manhattan and get it on over the course of five mostly well-staged and believable vignettes.

In the opener, "Picked Up at the Mall," Pinky and Peanut recount cruising each other at an undisclosed Philly mall (maybe The Gallery on Market Street?), and head to a room in NYC where Pinky fucks and shells Peanut's pooper. Next, Jamel hits up his sister's boyfriend Mikey in "Seduces His Sister's Boyfriend!" and ends up sucking his piece (which takes some time to get hard) before rimming him to orgasm, and then dumping his own spunk on boyfriend's closed mouth. Mikey makes sure he follows their tryst with "This gotta be on the low, man." Jamel replies with "Of course." Uh, huh.

"Lost and Found in New York City" finds Philly native Remy telling us about his trip to NYC. He doesn't know the city, and when Venom pops up on the subway platform and offers to show him around, Remy gets more than his share of stiff cognac. Venom's bedroom is a mess, but when he says "My mom and my sister are gonna be back soon so we gotta hurry up" and Remy gives him a "Hurry up for what?" you know it's gonna get going, and it does. Venom's got a huge slice (I'm in love), and his sting is obviously painfully good, because Remy winces in agony as he takes that huge fang. (Yes I said fang.) Lots of good groping, sweat and venomous kissing here.

In "Rollerblade Rendezvous" a shirtless 24 year-old Dollar cruises the streets and offers an uncredited prettyboy a cold drink in his apartment. Soon it heats up, as the smaller-built Dollar is soon getting a pounding from prettyboy's thick pot-sticker, complete with tasty low-hangers. No-name prettyboy does a fierce job of power-pistoning and then slow-grinding. Bonus - the boys flip-flop, so each has gotten a taste of poking, and it all ends in a nice duo jack-off.

Lastly is "Haven's First Hookup" which is easily the flick's best scene. Haven (on the cover in the middle) has a smile that'll stop traffic, and a deep voice that makes me weak in the knees. He recounts his story of hanging out with a club bud of his (Chaos) and after a long night of drinking, smoking blunts, etc. he needs sex. Chaos takes him up on it, freaking Haven out a bit... for like a second, yo. There's lots of great mouth pounding action here, replete with more low-hangers bouncing about, and when Haven takes to mounting Chaos' hole, it was all chaos in my boxer briefs and I was in Haven heaven. Mega-power pistoning, Chaos wincing, Haven whispering dirty talk, both sweating up a storm... it rocked. It ends in a side-by-side jack off - and me wanting Haven's cell digits ayy-sapp. Like, now.

Technical aspects are only okay, as most of this was shot in small bedrooms in obvious summer heat without AC, but it certainly is one of the better all-black entries I've seen in some time. The cast was all into their scenes, and while not everyone pulled off the "straight boi" thing with aplomb, the cast's energy more than made up for it.

 -- Rick W. Ski