Sexpack Nine - DVD - Raging Stallion

Details

• Format: DVD
• Studio: Raging Stallion
• Released: 11/2002
• SKU: 46286
• UPC: 600586007938
• Category: All Sex
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Cast

Aaron Tanner, Enrico Vega, Jeff Allen, Michael Brandon, Rik Jammer, Robert Black, Sky Donovan

Description

After the epic production that was Sexpack Eight, with eight scenes in the uncensored version, Raging Stallion goes back to basics with four scenes of eight men who wear their rugged masculinity as comfortably as the clothes they don’t wear. These guys are on fire - but the fire isn’t in their belly, it’s in their assholes. And the only way to quench those fires is by shoving some very big, very thick hoses deep inside until the fluids flow out. This is, plain and simple, a fuck flick that will scorch your walls! There’s no plot at all - no dialogue except for a lot of groaning and even some uninhibited screams. All the attention is on masculine men fucking other masculine men, and everyone thoroughly enjoying themselves. These are men in an utterly natural state - hairy, horny and hard! The star is Raging Stallion exclusive and 2002 GayVN Performer of the Year Michael Brandon, who does two scenes. There is magic to this man, and not because he has a cock the size of a Sequoia. The thing about him is that - except for that “Dick of Death” - he’s so accessible. He’s handsome, but not model-beautiful. He has a great body, but not intimidating. He’s the guy next door, across the hall, in the next cubicle. Even his hair is a normal barber-cut. With his clothes on, you want share a beer with him; when the clothes come off, you want him to fuck you all night long. Two guys get those particular honors in Sexpack Nine. In the first scene it’s the youthful Matt Fuller, who spends the entire scene in a sling. The scene opens with Brandon’s tongue up Fuller’s ass. There’s some mutual cocksucking before Brandon slides his meat into Fuller’s canal. Fuller is going on the ride of his life and shows it with huge toothy grins. In scene three it’s Aaron Tanner, and this is the high point of the film; it’s non-stop fucking from start to finish. The only pause is so Tanner can change positions from lying on his back to standing up and bending over. Tanner is brick-shithouse-built and takes Brandon like the man he is. He wears a bright yellow rubber shirt cut just below the nipples that is damn sexy and accentuates his nakedness below. Almost as successful is the pairing in scene two between Nordic Sky Donovan and Mediterranean Enrico Vega. These guys are true sex pigs and love rolling in it. They begin slowly by playing with their penises just like their mothers told them not to do. Vega has an enormous foreskin so they do some docking to create a gigantic priapic tootsie-roll. Vega then engages in one of the longest rimming sessions on record, but that’s understandable, because Donovan has a truly sumptuous hole. Vega doesn’t have the biggest cock in town, but he knows how to use it, and he uses it on Donovan to both men’s satisfaction. The final scene begins with bald-plated, biker-daddy Rik Jammer and Jeff Allen (with the sexiest shock of gray hair in or out of porn) in shackles and getting whipped by two off-screen sadists. It’s a scene that seems to have dropped in from a different video, but things right themselves when the always-reliable Robert Black comes in and puts both men through their paces, throwing righteous fucks into each man. Sexpack Nine isn’t perfect. There are several instances where the topman’s unsheathed arrow toys with its target, just almost going in - it’s as if Raging Stallion is daring us to let the guys go bareback, and it’s unsettling. (For they record, they don’t.) Also, the camera action sometimes gets a little full of itself and moves around more than necessary. Finally, you can’t start a fire without some friction, and frankly, some of these holes take their poundings a little to easily; they may have been stretched once too often. Still, this is a rear-ended romp that rocks. If the title is right and there is a fire in the hole, and if these are the guys with the matches... then come on baby, light my fire! -Jameson Rodgers