Sexpack 10: This End Up!

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In-House Review - May 06 2009

You can tell this is gonna be filthy. Vacarro is using the Raging Stallion ruder spelling - the "one C/two Rs" variation - of his name, always a good sign if the Fistpack duo is anything to go by. He's been awarded the studio's Man of the Year 2003, so they took it as an excuse to release the tenth Sexpack film, subtitled This End Up! Once again, they've succeeded fabulously. This is a muscle-icious compilation of the world's raunchiest guys doing their utmost to ignite your TV screen with horny ball-draining 100% man-on-man action. Which is great, because sometimes the Sexpack series can feel like a dumping ground for scenes cut from other productions. Hairy Mary, quite contrary, how does your garden grow? With Vacarro around you can bet there's gonna be gallons of fertilizer, especially if insatiable Soldier is on hand. The two take their al-fresco adventure to the highest level. The lens captures every second of the duo's erotic interplay in the first of four furnace-hot vignettes. A spit-heavy deepthroating session leads to Vacarro using his unprotected prick to tease the entrance of Soldier's hole - dangerous in a way but great to look at (you'll see even more of this dodgy-dipping in Nexus). Soldier's hole is screaming to be filled, so Vacarro rubbers up and launches into a Rodger Ramjet, with Soldier taking it all on a pile of Green-All grow-bags. Watching this scene you'll realize there was little doubt the Man of the Year award was well-and-truly deserved. (Shame about the box-cover picture of him; not his best. In fact, did he go out of his way to look as Freddie Mercury-ish as possible?) Second is a solo from Raeg, fresh from the Aftershock double-bill. Here he sweeps up in a factory, wearing dungarees and very little else. The camera dwells on his majestic body and great tattoo on his back. We're soon treated to an ass-flashing, nipple-tweaking jerk-off session that proves he can be just as sexy alone, without being surrounded by Colton Ford, Lance Gear or Chad Hunt. Raeg treats us to a two-handed style on his oiled inches, and soon the sweaty stud's spooge sprays. Scene three finds Morales already in a sling, having his famous chocolate-starfish eaten out by Tanner, who I'm afraid to say is soul-patched but not goateed here. I know some of you preferred him that way, but I like this new look, so fuck you! And at any rate, if he keeps chowing-down down there at that speed (sending Morales tripping with pleasure) when he comes up for oxygen he'll have an ass-moustache! The bottom boy repays the amazing job with his hungry butt, and their swing-sling pounding sequence had me gasping for air. It's simplistic, but so fucking gorgeous and inventive, you'll want to take it in small doses. Last but not least are Vega and Fletcher. And funnily enough, he's still on the same set as he was in Loads! As in the aforementioned title, Vega is still slightly out-of-shape but amazing non-the-less, and the producers have definitely saved the best for last! Vega does his patented foreskin docking schtick before Fletcher does a great job going-down and never coming back up for air. They fuck without doing the dipping trick I thought they would, which is a godsend because Fletcher is wonderful and talented in every sense, and I was getting sick of being able to finally recognize a new performer's face only to find out he's fucked up his career by doing a bareback video. Vega pumps his muscled bottom-boy for all he's worth, and his burrito spits out its extra-hot-sauce all over Fletcher's muscled body. So ends another filthy, pervy off-vanilla addition to the series that Raging Stallion continues to keep us satisfied with. Wunderbar! -Froufrou A. Gogo