Deep South: The Big and the Easy - Part 2

By: Beef Stroganoff
In-House Review - Apr 19 2011

Hot Jambalaya! If you've just finished sampling the tasty pleasures of Deep South Part 1, you'd best be advised to replenish your fluids before viewing Deep South Part 2. Josh Weston wakes up with a massive hangover and vague, sketchy memories of being jacked off the night before by two severe hotties hidden behind masquerade masks. He goes to file a report with two hunky police officers (Chris Steele and Jason Hawke), who laugh him out of the station. Turns out, it's these very same officers who stroked Josh off the night before. Still horny, the cops take turns deep-throating each other's veiny nightsticks in the vacant cellblock. They're eventually buck-naked except for their black boots, fucking while propped atop a desk. Furry-chested stud-fuck Steele pounds Hawke's heinie then inserts a blue butt baton up it. Tongue-pierced Hawke ultimately gets a salty facial by Steele. Slurp! Meanwhile, Josh's jilted secret lover Jack Ryan greets arriving rent-a-hunk Nino Bacci, who offers his spread clench hole to Jack's eager jackhammer. Meanwhile, Jeremy is still in captivity and his father the Senator has recently been bonked on the head and rendered . Don't ask. Josh is instructed to attend a masquerade party, so he rushes out in search of the perfect mask. Helping him choose is bulging beefcake cutie Matthew Rush. They both exchange slobbery suck jobs in the back room, then Josh lets Matt rush his hole with his thick, intrusive fuck rod. The orgy that commences is my wet-dream alternate-universe version of the masquerade party sequence in Kubrick's Eyes Wide Shut. Oodles of cloaked and masked studs watch a smolderingly hot group of naked fratboy types, each one brandishing - and stroking - a huge hard cock. The boys drag Josh into the fray and soon they're all slithering together in a sucking and fucking meld of sweaty boy flesh and gushing pearl juice. Somebody even gets plowed by a poking foot (which appears in the Director's Cut only). The finale involves Jack's long-overdue proclamation of lust and love for Josh and, through plot twists too significant to spoil here, they both wind up in a torrid three-way with captive boy Jeremy. As with Deep South Part 1, the technical aspects of Deep South: The Big and the Easy Part 2 are flawless, with flashy camerawork, sharp editing and a throbbingly cool score. If you like it red-hot and extra-spicy, submit to the sinful decadence of Deep South. These delicious guys truly put the "sleazy" in the Big Easy!

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In-House Review - Apr 19 2011

By: buddhawannabe

Part Two of a two-part 'plot,' but if you missed Part One, don't worry be happy--trying to keep track of the story line (if any) would only have proved a distraction. Better just to let the good times roll. Memorable this time for a couple more servings of Josh Weston, who's dreamier every time I set eyes on him--that ripped body, superb dick and balls, smooth pale skin and beautiful bare feet are mesmerizing. His interaction with Matthew Rush (before Matthew became a bit too beefy for my tastes) is super-passionate, and it's also exciting when, at the end, Josh fucks the Cajun crawdads out of Jeremy Jordan from below while Jack Ryan stands in attendance, feeding himself from above into the hole at Jeremy's other end. The orgy (foot-fucking for only a few seconds, is that the only difference between the Director's Cut and retail version?) is untypical for Chi Chi, who usually strategizes her group action more carefully ("and now let's go over and see what THIS threesome is doing"). The present orgy is more in the Bel Ami tradition of piling up a heap o' man-flesh and encouraging nature to take its course, with so many cocks going so fast and hard into so many butts and mouths that you cease to keep track of who's attached to any of them and it all starts to get a bit samey-samey, at least until Josh gets sucked in. Chris Steele and Jason Hawke get it on pretty good, but PLEASE, if you're going to do cop-porn (as opposed to pop-corn). don't put the guys into uniforms that scream "security guard" . . . it's such a fantasy-killer. Also, Jason might have taken his tongue piercing out, for greater realism. But maybe in N.O. the cops are allowed to have tongue piercings. Wouldn't surprise me . . . it's that kind of town . . .