Review

Frosted-blonde Josh Weston hosts this lusty collection of five hot-n-gushy vignettes in this typically stud-licious spurt-fest from Falcon.

Brad Patton’s huge horse cock kicks things off, offering a plentiful suck-bone for intrepid Trent Atkins to deep-choke on. After lubing up Trent’s fuck hole with his tongue, Brad stretches it out something fierce with the insertion of his insanely thick tool. Trent takes it like a champ, even daring to bait butt-fucker Brad into pounding him harder. “Is that all you got?”, taunts the insatiable bottom, before grunting with simultaneous agony and ecstasy at Brad’s girthy retort. Yowch!

Next, dark hunky Filippo Romano and brooding sexpot Steve Hogan have a hotel room tryst. Steve teases the bulge in Filippo’s briefs, and when the tightie-whities are peeled off, Steve services the thick uncut dick that pops mannishly out from underneath. Filippo returns the deep-sucking favors and face-fucks Steve’s bouncy bubble booty and before boring his luscious love stick deep and ferociously into Steve’s hole. For dessert, Filippo serves Steve a face-full of love-lava right to the jaw.

Trent Atkins makes an encore appearance, getting dirty with devilishly hot Aiden Shaw. Dressed as painters in overalls, it’s not long before they’re stripped naked and devouring each others’ rock-hard cocks. Daddy Shaw puts the plunge on the boy’s milky caboose, eventually gunking out a volcanic spurt of man lava that arcs clear over Trent’s shoulder.

Next, Tommy Brandt feasts on two magnificent pieces of juicy man meat belonging to dreamy-licious Daniel Montes (cut) and horse-hung hottie Brad Patton (uncut). Tommy gets rammed by Brad’s wide tool, and everyone shoots off a rich creamy wad of goo.

Finally, emcee Josh Weston gets some screen time (he’s a strawberry blonde here) with mucho-yummy clipped-chested Latino love hunk Antonio Majors. Amid much cock-suckery (including Josh’s adoration of Antonio’s foreskin), Antonio gives Josh’s hairless hole a tongue bath, a bare cock-grind, a finger probe and, ultimately, a latex-wrapped lunging. Acrobatic feat of the day: Josh proficiently spins 180-degrees while still seated on Antonio’s fully-inserted cocker.

After the climactic creamings, stay tuned for a special farewell salute by our roiled-up host. Videography is sharply edited and brightly lit, though some hand-held camerawork is a bit shifty. Tech irks aside, this is grade-A wank-off material, tempered only by its relative plotlessness and the flimsy framing device necessitated because of it.

If the sound of thick, pulsating jocks getting their gush on fills your mouth with salivating anticipation, you’ll be drooling and creaming with delight over this serial jizz-a-thon.

 -- Beef Stroganoff