Review

Somewhere in a Prague photo studio, a busload of beautiful boys has gathered for a beer-soaked, cum-stained wank-a-thon that, surprisingly, offers a lot more sexual thrills than just the expected pud-tugging.

This quartet of half-hour sessions boasts enough stiffened cock and spilled boy yogurt to out-bone the cast of just about any full-fledged fuck-o-rama flick. Though it’s somewhat disconcerting to witness all the inebriation that takes place before the clothes get yanked off, most of these delicious dudes look quite comfortable stroking their big and thick (and I mean big and thick) and uncut dicks - for both an ogling videographer and a constantly clicking shutterbug.

But this is no mere strokes-only video: even more delicious than all the mutual crank-waxing is all the unexpected cocksucking, rimming, butt play (including a cameo appearance by a dildo) and shrimping that ensues. There’s even some light urinary action sprinkled in to boot (nobody gets pee’d upon, but plenty of golden streams are aimed into a communal basin that also serves as a spewed-semen receptacle).

Each sequence is a keeper, but the hijinx escalate as the wank parties progress: we go from a four-man jerk+suck to a group shower; then on to an eight-guy shaken-beer-soaked fiesta; to a grope-and-gulp octet that takes place in a weight room; to an eleven-man Yuletide bash, complete with a Santa Claus who wields a can of whipped cream with which to cover one particular gift-wrapped stud from his tits to his toes. After this boy is licked clean, we witness an eleven-man circle-suck, then the guys all stand side-by-side for a juicy line-spurt, followed by a group shower.

Most of the incidental foreign-language dialogue is unintelligible, but the Santa Claus scene has some proper English. The production values are satisfactory, but since there’s no pretense of an actual plot, all that matters is that the camera stays focused on the goods. It does: there’re plenty of extreme close-ups of bulging briefs; of veiny, pulsating, cum-vomiting cocks; of wiggling toes and winking clench holes.

My only gripe is with the boys’ demonstrable lack of deep-throat technique, but not everybody can chug cock like yours truly.

With a whopping twenty-five tasty gym-built Euro hunks,
this cock-fest definitely offers the most boy for your buck.
As the Material Girl might sing, "Here's the party!"
-Beef Stroganoff