Glory Holes of L.A.

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In-House Review - Oct 14 2004

Although containing plenty of glory holes, there's plenty of non-barrier-separated action from rimming to fucking between these buff 'n beautiful tanned guys, too. A Phyllis Diller drag queen gone awry (Miss Gloria Hole), with the most annoying laugh since George Dubya's, decides to write a hot book. About HOLES. Hoping to thoroughly research this topic, she takes to the skies in a helicopter (I'm serious). How she manages to see most of the action which transpires (as it all takes place indoors) is beyond my reasoning, but at least we do. First up, inside a seedy bookstore's glory hole room, one fellow (with a Prince Albert) proceeds to expertly suck away on at least eight dicks when a buff nude fellow magically appears and joins him. In fact, the holes become secondary when these two human lampreys begin fucking, inspiring other guys to emerge from their hole-aways. Only one glory hole figures into the second scene, set in a beach restroom with a glory-holed partition. Absurdly, the two guys even smooch through the hole before its complete redundancy becomes apparent; they then join each other on the same side. The next scene takes the cake with its assembly of full ass-sized glory holes. No expense was spared! One gluttonous fellow begins his shift by noshing on the six asses assembled. More guys join the action while a twosome begins between a fuzzy blonde and petit Asian fellow, the latter reaming the white boy's arse. So much for stereotypes! A little more action, including dildo usage and a park scenario follow for good measure. Unfortunately, Gloria Hole materializes between scenes to provide more irritating commentary and laughter. At least we get lovely aerial (a bit shaky, though) footage of Los Angeles and its environs. The DVD menu was easy to navigate, and there's a nice collection of stills, as well. A good flick. -Flapjax

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