Review

  Rodeo is a still-wildly popular pre-condom classic porn, probably for a couple of reasons. Must be those chaps. Perhaps the mustaches. Maybe the raw fucks. It's good all around. But-why-oh-why did they change the cover art? The original VHS tape cover had an amazing pic of a denim open-shirted Pierce Daniels in full mustache, looking so damned hot I would've jerked off on the cover. This new cover is total blechh. No mater, the cast also features Michael Christopher, who I've had more than one rape fantasy over. So ignore the heoinus cover art and buck-up with the broncos of Rodeo. Yee-fuckin'-haw!

 -- Mr. Powerbar

As the opening credits began to roll and the corny, porntastic, semi-old-school John Wayne music started to play, I thought for sure I was in for an all-male remake of Guys and Dolls or, at the very least, a Broadway-esque show of some kind. About 13 minutes in, as Blake McDonald began to deepthroat Michael Christopher’s perfectly long, thick cock, I realized I might be mistaken.

Rodeo is classic gay porn at its best. There’s a good bit of cheese, but not enough to make the whole thing stink. There’s handsome, real-looking men with nice cocks, but no odd steroid bulges anywhere. There’s also a fair bit of sex too, the good kind with all the hot foreplay, moaning, and great cumshots at the end. We start our buckin’ bronco ride with Michael Christopher topping for Blake McDonald. Blake looks as innocent as can be, especially licking his lips while he stares longingly at Michael’s cock being stroked in the other sleeping bag. After a little lube-n-tug, Michael’s shaft is hammering Blake’s hole all over the campsite. The fun has now begun.

We then head to the carnival where Pierce Daniels and Shawn Easton are getting ready to saddle-up. After some petting and heavy crotch groping, things get hardcore. Another sexy couple, another hot fuck. And it’s nothing short of a daddy dream when Tico Patterson takes on Ricky Tunner in what looks like the set of John Denver’s “Grandma’s Featherbed” video. Finishing things off is an unexpected gloryhole/self-suck scene with Kenneth Rogers and John Rock. If the first three hook-ups weren’t kinky enough to satisfy a freak like you, Kenneth throating John’s cock as well as his own should do the trick.

For all the fluff promised by the title and the, ah... "opening number," Rodeo is a pretty sexy jaunt of a good time. And, who doesn’t love the between-scenes stock rodeo footage that’s eerily reminiscent of Madonna’s “Don’t Tell Me” video? Now, after hearing all that, how could a gay go wrong?

 -- J.D. Luvdacock