Use Me Like A Tool

By: J.D. Luvdacock
In-House Review - Sep 26 2012

Raging Stallion is a studio after my own heart. Honestly, if I make to the afterlife, I would much prefer the entire cast of Use Me like a Tool be there to meet me at the pearly gates than I would anyone named Saint Peter. But alas, who knows how that whole situation will turn out, so it's probably best I enjoy these men now, in their earthly incarnations, turning each other out. In my short time reviewing for TLA (I am relatively new, for those not in the "know") I have fast become a rather large fan of both D.O. and Trenton Ducati. They have amazing bodies: not too big, but nowhere near small, and they fuck like they're gods (lending a bit more credence to my after-death fantasies). So when I saw that the opening scene belonged to them I was thrilled. Trenton must have an ass that tastes amazing, because before D.O. even gets his dick sucked he's eating Trenton out and loving every second of it. When they do finally get to fucking, Trenton never loses the jockstrap, he just lets his hard dick hang out of the side 'til they both blow their loads on top of it. The whole film is really jockstraps galore; watching Spencer Fox peel Spencer Reed's away for a good sucking is radiant at the least, and Charlie Harding and Jason Michaels put in a good turn as well to close the film. Yet the golden dick trophy goes to D.O.'s second appearance, fucking one enchantingly handsome Jessie Colter. Maybe it's his tattoos, maybe it's his ridiculously taut body, I'm not sure—but watching him get fucked like D.O.'s best bitch ever had me shooting my load all over the coffee table. Will that get me to heaven? Who knows. Really, who cares... I feel like I'm already there.