Review

Aftershock Part 1 (Mustang Pac 067)
Oinks! A rowdy sty of twenty - yes, twenty - chiseled boys and beefcake men celebrate their inner pig in this raunchy, crotch-roiling jamboree. There’s no plot, just a heaping trough of sloppy, sweaty, sticky animal sex. Jason Hawke and Jeremy Jordan start things off with a mutual piss in the lavatory, followed by a reciprocal round of slathery ass slurping and an appropriately trashy over-the-sinks plow into Jeremy’s tight little bottom.

Elsewhere, in an anonymous jail/dungeon/playpen environment, a quartet of hunky, hairy leather studs - Colton Ford, Addison Scott, Sebastian Cole and Peter Raeg - performs a spitty suck-and-rim-and-plow number that climaxes with a bumpy four-man daisy chain.

The next sequence starts with a one-man stroke-alone and slowly, tantalizingly, escalates into a full-blown nine-way pork-a-thon in a garage, on and around a rusty old pick-up truck. There’s enough foreskin in this scene to chew on for hours, and it’s with no small amount of effort that lucky sucker Parker Williams squeezes two plump danglers (belonging to Nino Bacci and Carlos Morales) into his greedy mouth simultaneously.

But the scene-stealer here is insatiable cock-gobbler Alec Martinez, who at one point drops to his knees and voraciously sucks off a bulging line-up of eight macho beef wranglers; the Latino sex pot winds up glazed in their collective goo. And, as always, wily stud fuck Nino’s exquisite rimming/fingering technique - lavished here upon the puckering and pierced underside of Diego Alvarez - is always a delicious sight to behold.

Back in the anonymous dungeon, an abduction/restraint scenario unfolds with master Rob Romoni and servant Jason Land. This one offers one of the more indelible images I’ve seen lately: a dozen clothespins pinched to Jason’s nipples, navel and nutsack. He pumps out a juicy hands-free wad while his clamped scrotum is stretched and spread out such that it looks like a stiff high collar wreathed around his effusive bone.

The dungeon finale begins with cute scruff puppy Bret Wolfe strapped into a sling, lubing up and spanking his pink, vice-like annulus in preparation for daddy Tom Chase’s flickering tongue, probing fingers and spelunking cock. Chase serves Jerek likewise. Meanwhile, Carlos offers a demonstration of his hungness - and flexibility - by taking a few licks of his own throbbing lollipop. Soon enough, Chase reaches for the Crisco and pitches his fist into Bret’s - then Jerek’s - stretched magina. (Editor's note: The fisting sequence appears only in the Director's Cut version.)

Oink, oink, ouch! Naturally, this sort of rough play is not for the weak of sphincter, but all you bad boys with an adventurous streak will be happy as pigs in sweat. Or spunk.

 -- Beef Stroganoff

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Aftershock Part 2 (Mustang Pac 068)
Picking up where Part 1 ended (specifically, with a huge fist being pitched up a brave catcher’s gaping bottom), Part 2 continues the snorting piggishness, upping the ante more and more with each successive sequence. Few fuck flicks can boast such a squealingly hot assembly of piggies as the twenty-two highly tasty and happily trashy muscle hunks on parade here.

Whether it’s a writhing line-up of college-age hunks pleasuring themselves with forearm-size dildos or the sight of mature beef daddy Tom Chase giving an undulated never-ending fisting to Carlos Morales, there’s plenty of O-ring-stretching action to be found right away, and wads of gushed man chowder, some of which gets slurped back up.

As for the rest, imagine horny man pigs strapped into swinging slings, wearing chain vests and leather chaps and sweating enough perspiration and spurting enough pearl jam to quench their combined thirst.

And not just three or four at a time but, ultimately, a staggering ten in a glorious climactic leather-and-boots orgy that takes place within the four chambers of a glory box. There’s lip-licious Matthew Rush, introduced in leather while smoking a phallic stogie. There’s lean stud pup Chad Hunt, his huge eleven-incher blazing and prepared to piston-plow the undaunted bottom. And there’s enough funky animal sex you can practically taste the lube and smell the sweaty leather.

 -- Beef Stroganoff

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