Heretic

By: J.D. Luvdacock
In-House Review - Jun 28 2013

If you enjoy dark-colored clothing in tatters, light leather accessories, tattoos and dimly-lit sex clubs filled to the brim with beautiful men and their large, stiff cocks, then Heretic is the film you've been waiting for. Show me a gay man whose dick doesn't jump at just the mention of at least half of those things and I'll show you someone with erectile dysfunction. While Heretic might not be the go-to film of the year for every viewer, you don't have to be a big leather-head muscleman to get off watching it. First on the roster are Jessy Ares and Alex Marte. After the men take turns sucking each other's cocks, Alex (whose moans are beyond comprehension) gets slammed by Jessy atop a pile of punching bags adorned with duct tape. It's certainly hot, but the camera angles in which the tripod-mounted spotlights are visible make it very clear that you're watching big studio porn and not just two guys fucking in a sex club. Tommy Defendi and James Ryder go hard in scene two (James is Golden Age Hollywood handsome), while Jimmy Fanz and his hairy asshole play bottom to Alexander Garrett's big-dicked top in scene three. Ty Roderick and Tyler Wolf wrap things up with scene four; Ty appears quite a bit less groomed than usual and Tyler appears to relish every second he has with the stud, especially the facial Ty gives at the end. The hook-ups in Heretic are about as hot a July day in hell, but there doesn't seem to be much that defines one scene from the next other than the guys, and - with a couple of exceptions - even they would appear similar to an undiscerning eye. If you're in it for an excellent cinematic experience, it's quite possible that Heretic will leave you a tad disappointed. If you're it to shoot your wad on the other hand, have at it boys!