Review

  The Haunted House on Sex Hill
Ghostly thrills - as well as a few unintentional laughs - abound in The Haunted House on Sex Hill, a supernatural sex story featuring hot hunks from both sides of the grave.

Poor Damon Wolf’s Aunt Helen has croaked and left behind Stone Quarry, a haunted mansion built next to a cemetery. Auntie’s will stipulates if Damon and boyfriend Braeden Casey can remain in the haunted house for 24 hours, they’ll inherit the entire estate; otherwise sneaky real estate agent Parker Williams will own the property. With skeptical Braeden in tow, Damon heads off to Stone Quarry and a night of otherwordly debauchery intense enough to wake the dead.

The apparition of Cameron Fox appears first, scruffy, fit as ever and with a big juicy boner blazing strong. He hovers onto sleeping Damon’s butt to grind his bare ass crevasse. A tight-fitting condom suddenly dissolves onto Cameron’s cock and he proceeds to fuck Damon’s arched-back booty sensuously. Damon allows his stretched hole a momentary reprieve when he switches gears to offer throat service to Cameron’s wide shaft. Ghostly Cameron reciprocates briefly, then strokes out a creamy shot of pearly spirit.

Meanwhile and elsewhere in the mansion, duplicitous real estate agent Parker gets it on with smooth boy hunk Anthony Holloway - who’s secretly hiding in the house in order to put an artificial fright into Damon and Braeden. Parker and Anthony give each other a deep-suck sixty-nine head shine, and then hairy daddy Parker plugs the lithe boy’s hole properly - though Anthony is quite an aggressive bottom in his own right, with a pretty young ass that distinctly likes to fuck back. A thick cumshot lures the ghost of Danny Rhymes, who appears stroking a tremendously hard cock - so stiff and ghostly, in fact, that the very sight of it causes fragile Anthony to faint.

Over by the grand staircase, Parker re-summons Danny’s smooth muscular ghost for some spiritual bonding - of the fellating sort. Scruffy-faced Parker expertly slurps up every throbbing inch of Danny’s tool right down to a face-full of fluffy pubes. Danny retorts by wrapping his tonsils around Parker’s thick veiny tool while jostling and tugging his huge nuts. He then piston-fucks Parker’s bubble booty hard and fast on the steps before vanishing back into thin air.

Outside in the cemetery, three more restless spirits awaken and have a ghoulishly delightful threesome. Andrew Addams double sucks Jack Sanders and hot Latino fuck-hunk Victor Rios (both appear wearing golden bling blings, for reasons unexplained). After a three-way cock-eating circle suck, Addams bottoms for both big hunks. For dessert, all three leave a messy puddle of creamy goo on Victor’s finely physiqued body.

The next morning, Damon gives Braeden deep passionate head on the sofa, and as Braeden jerks out a thick gobby wad, the spirit of Cameron Fox reappears, heralding a feel-good resolution that would give even the ghost of Frank Capra an everlasting hard on.

Extra points go to Haunted House on Sex Hill for its cleverly restrained apparition effects, fetching camerawork and for the very notion of having a sordid threesome take place in a graveyard. *Howl!* And throw in a few more points for dreamy Victor and his luscious apparatus. Points off for the unintended ghost of a boom mike that appears during one of the so-called dramatic interludes, and for the clumsy misspelling of coverboy Casey’s name in the opening and closing credits. Duh!

 -- Beef Stroganoff

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  Sex Psycho
Sex Psycho, a plot-heavy excursion through the streets and cruising parks of San Francisco, boasts a virile group of buff beaus who constantly crave cock. Derek Cameron is a hopeless sexaholic frequently prone to blackouts when aroused. Poor baby.

When we first spot him, he’s waking up naked in broad daylight, smack dab in the middle of Golden Gate Park. How did he get there? (Again.) Derek’s memory is a bit fuzzy, but he surely remembers debauching himself earlier in the bushes with a gruff, muscular, mustached cruiser (Ben Archer) who deep-plowed his thick tool into Derek’s anxious man hole right there on the grass. Derek also has a faint memory of being stalked by a mysterious hunk clad in leather chaps and straps. Derek wants him bad. Seeking help, our tormented, cock-starved hero goes to visit adorably sexy (but oh-so-"straight") Dr. Jason McCain, who recommends Derek attend a group therapy session.

At therapy, we meet exhibitionist Gregg Rockwell, who’s struggling with his prolonged penile erection issues (he struggles by stroking it off right there and then in front of the doc and the other group participants). Later, Gregg strokes off on a rooftop while neighbor Robert Harvey gawks and, soon enough, joins in for some sucking and hole-cramming downstairs in his loft.

We also meet Paul Johnson, a public sex addict who recounts a fiery hook-up fantasy in a lobby reception area with handsome, yuppie type Jon Ashe. Paul’s got a hot sculpted body with hairy clipped pecs, but Jon’s got more of a surprise to reveal: a heavily tattooed and nicely toned body and an alarmingly thick and veiny throbbing cock. As Paul chugs voraciously on Jon’s plump crotch rocket, they’re spotted by an inquisitive pedestrian walking past the bay window! The men take turns slurping on each other’s pink pucker holes and then Jon crams that immense tool of his tightly into Paul’s greedy bottom.

Another group member is caramel-skinned stup puppy Sal Corelli, who is lured to a vacant loft by the mysterious leather stalker Derek has dreamt about. The mystery man slam-fucks Sal, dousing him with a heavy load of his mystery spunk.

Finally, the elusive stalker reveals himself to Derek and they have a juicy rimming and sucking and plowing session that leaves Derek’s piston-fucked mangina thoroughly sated and satisfied. But there’s a fiendish plot twist yet to come...

 -- Beef Stroganoff

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