Black Balled 8

By: buddhawannabe

Ever walked into a neighborhood bar and received the message, from the attitude of the patrons already present, that said patrons do NOT consider this to be YOUR neighborhood bar? The appropriate reaction, which was mine under such circumstances, is immediately to turn around and leave, at a speed equivalent to that of a bat out of hell. But what if the tension you were perceiving was not hostile but sexual? Dylan Hauser does a convincing performance as the naive preppy jock who wanders into a bar, observes that "there sure are a lot of black guys here," and when asked if he likes black guys, says "I've never been with one." By the end of the video, that situation has been much more than rectified, with Dylan spending most of his time naked on his back on the pool table (and with his very nice bare feet waving in the air), yelling demands such as "I need more cock." At one point an eight-ball is resting on his concave sternum (see subtitle, "Behind"--or in this case underneath--"The Eight Ball"), a sight which I find oddly arousing, for reasons I can't explain; at another point, he's getting fucked with a pool cue, which I find arousing for reasons quite obvious. Dylan bears a vague resemblance to Donald Trump Jr., and if your fantasy, for whatever reason, is to see someone vaguely resembling Donald Trump Jr. getting fucked by a bunch of black men, here's your opportunity to fulfill that fantasy. (And while we're talking about "Separated at Birth" resemblances, am I the only one who thinks Vinnie D'Angelo looks like the white half-brother of Aron Ridge? Just sayin!) "Black Balled 5" (see my review) is my favorite of the series, but "Black Balled 8" is a close runner-up and a worthy concluding entry. If you're here only for the black-on-white, the first third might have too much black-on-black for you, but in a way it's hotter that Dylan gets temporarily lost in the mosh--"oh yeah, there's that little white kid, let's go fuck him some more." Johnny Robbins (see TLA cast list) is listed as a cinematographer on the DVD, but he may be one of the guys jumbled into the free-for-all atop the pool table, too, I don't know. I can't be expected to keep track of EVERY elbow, foot and cock. Nice, sweaty fun, with the background of the shadowy, somewhat sleazy-looking bar providing an exciting touch of the sinister.