Review

For some reason ManPlay have gone totally bananas with this offering and given it a student theme. Why? It’s not like there was anything wrong with the others and their ordinary pretension-free studio settings.

Still, where would we be in life if we didn’t take risks? Probably still chickpeas in the primordial broth, that’s where. Oh, and I always get a kick out of seeing if the Manplay cameramen (who don’t hide away from the on-screen action) are packing wood. Bingo!

We see a student hall set (with the walls only going so far so you can see the lighting rig above them) as the tutors are relaxing the man’s way: older grey Daniel sucking Addams before gorgeous newcomer Fabian (a student, I assume) sees that he’s onto a good thing and joins in.

He’s joined by fellow student Anthony, who looks like he’s composed entirely of meat by-products. I mean, this guy is massive. He’s a white William “Refrigerator” Perry, an uber-jock with shoulders so wide I doubt he could fit through a doorframe lengthways. To make matters worse, the guy is a sketchbook of text tattoos; it says “Thee Entertainer” (sic) around his neck and “Solider Boy” above his crotch. There’s plenty more and I’m guessing they might say “Tinker, Tailor, Spy,” “Me Love You Long Time” or “I’m Also An Actress Singer Dancer Model.” Whatever they say, I’m guessing this guy is a sports major.

Staff and students go beyond the realms of good-taste as they fraternize in a way that the Dean would disapprove of. Maybe he’d only disapprove of the piggy noises that Daniel lets rip as he eats out Fabian’s asshole. Addams is fucked by Anthony, who also possesses the world’s oddest pubes. They’re either Jamaican-style dreadlocks or he’s got alopecia. Either way, it’s a no-no. And Addams’ ass isn’t as nice as it usually is. But these are minor quibbles. Luckily, I’m the sort of cold-hearted bitch that highlights these sort of things.

Fabian has brought some friends with him, the simply edible Foxx and Bond, who quite happily fill the void created by man-mountain Anthony, who looks totally lost as he wanders off the set. I’d pay good money to hear him say, “Durrr… okay…”

Now we get an amazing human-pyramid of oral-specialists, as this sweltering fivesome suck, kiss, lick, nibble and rim. Foxx is the undisputed star of this bit. He’s like an insane wind-up-toy; just watch him go. (Shame about those hideous red leather cowboy boots, though. They have got to go. What were you thinking?)

Fabian almost shoots as Foxx and Bond tongue his pleasure-centers with a dexterity that best resembles the visitors from V. Their actions make him shudder with pleasure, as the lucky bastard gets total worship from everyone. They are all over the poor lad like a cheap suit! And spare a thought for dear old Anthony, who looks like he’s gone for good. Maybe he got lost on his way to find a sports shake and power bar.

Meanwhile Foxx has started tongue fucking Ross, before deciding his dick would make a better weapon of choice, riding his blonde ass for all it’s worth. Not to be outdone, Bond becomes the meat in an Addams-Fabian sandwich, producing inhuman groans of joy that never seem to cease.

Fab can hold it in no longer; though I’m surprised he made it this far with those spunky studs at his beck-and-call. He erupts his love-lava everywhere, starting a cascade of joy-juice that no doubt made the studio floor slippery for days.

It aint over yet though, as we get another half an hour of vignettes, proving that someone must have spiked the water fountain with Spanish Fly. Those wacky students.

Ross sucks two dicks at once before continuing his desire to be the college communal cumrag, as Anthony (back and still huge) and Bond take turns fucking him and covering him with their dong-dew-drops. Daniel on the other hand is much tidier, and licks his emotion-lotion straight off the sweaty nympho’s torso.

And my new boyfriend-to-be Foxx jerks off next to the Stars and Stripes, which is hilariously patriotic in a fucked-up kind of way. You can tell he’s desperate to fuck Fabian, whose dirtbox is so tight nothing even stands a chance of getting out of there, let alone going up. We can always dream though.

 -- Froufrou A. Gogo