Smoldering Hot

By: J.D. Luvdacock
In-House Review - Nov 07 2012

Considering all the bullshit grief I'm given around the office for my somewhat incessant use of Paris Hilton-esque vernacular ("That's hot," etc.), I was extremely pleased to see that Jocks Studios chose the title Smoldering Hot for one of its releases ? at least director Bruno Bond and a small batch of handsome young men on a vineyard 3,000 miles away have my back. I no longer feel so alone in the world. But enough about me, back to the business at-hand: the film itself. If you insist on having at least a little plot in your porn you've come to the wrong place. Smoldering Hot is completely plot-free and damn near dialogue-free as well if you don't count the handful of "fuck yeahs" and "oh yeahs" that seem to make their way into each scene. But that's not to say the sex isn't... um... hot, because it certainly is. Standing out amongst the pack is the beautiful and uncut Donny Wright topping for born-bottom Jimmy Fanz. Whether it's his throat or his asshole, Jimmy clearly wants that thing in as far as possible at all times. Cheers to that. Also, smiley-faced Bobby Clark and big-dicked Rylan Shaw seem to enjoy each other's company a good deal. I love the camera angle over Rylan's shoulder as Bobby wiggles and wrestles to swallow the monster whole. He only ever comes close - but it'd be a challenge for anyone, and he more than makes up for it by fucking Rylan's ass with such skill once they move inside from the porch. Paddy O'Brian and Randy Dixon have a go. Paddy's cock is a rock-hard beauty, and he always looks like he's 100% pure man (even rocking a bruised fingernail as if he smacked it with a hammer building a house somewhere). And I can't say I was displeased with the flip-flop fuck between Jed Athens and Lucas Vitello - especially since you'd easily mistake Jed for a young member of the Kennedy family with that front flip in his brown hair, donning a blue plaid shirt and form-fitting khaki shorts. I did, however, wish for more dialogue in every scene. Without the sweet talk, it seems like these guys are just going through the motions. Also, a few of the bottoms lost their hard-ons, which is understandable, but makes the sexual attraction slightly less believable and is also fixable on the editing room floor. Other than that, the title says it all. These guys smoke.