Big Ben and the British Bears
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Directed/Produced: Andy Dill


Oh Daddy Bearrr! In this gem of Bear fucking, big buff bears leave trails of steaming cum all around London, England. And Brit bears are the bomb. You can tell director/producer Andy Dill had literature in his background -- just after the chime of the famous London clock Big Ben, camera pans down until we meet Big Ben Martin, a scruffy, muscle-shirted guy, on the thin side of a bear with hot, curly red fuz all over his so masculine arms, chest, back (red hair, another Dill fave) -- not to mention the tribal tats we love so well. After a way brief intro to London -- something about it being very old -- Ben Martin tells us he's just picked up a Yank: "I'm just off to his hotel for a shag." Ben hooks up with Boyd Somers and between the two of them, the fuz, fur and thick rolls of manflesh fly. Pert, nubby nipples get the suck, wobbling cheeks get shoved apart for hot hole action, and then the big boy, Somers, takes a good reaming, kneeling on the bed with his barrel of a belly rolling over the bed. As with most of the scenes in this Bear Video DVD, it's a smorgasbord of positions and activities. The coup de grace is some lingual licking towards the end of the heavy hand jobs, as two long, moist tongues lock just before lift-off. The splooge is wondrous.

Ryder Magnus

Then our London guide meets us outside the Bear in Staff, in London's Soho -- "there's plenty of gay bars, discos, saunas" he tells us in his so-fine English accent. And while the shops on the London streets are real nice, he doesn't waste a whole bunch of our time gravel gazing. He starts to tell the story of…and next thing you know we're in a presumably Soho studio -- ahh, the alternative crowd. Zev Rounder with black wooden disks in his tribal lobe loops comes down the stairs and soon takes it off and gets it on with Ryder Magnus. I have to say here that the ambience creates a clash of moods at once alternative, alley, and homey. Under the low ceiling and painted cement of a repurposed basement, the boys indulge in some mouth to mouth and hand service on the stairs. We get a delicious look at uncut cock and ampallang piercing that soon grow stiff and ready to take it to a new level. They move into the room and after imprinting an obvious red hand print on Rounder's pink ass Magnus bends him over a table, digs into his camo back pack and pulls out a promising white bag. Out come the toys, the black cock dildo, the black gloves, the black rubber clamps. Magnus fastens the two clamps onto Rounder's knotted nips so the rubber adds a bouncing accent to his meaty tits, pressed into the table. Next, bring on the lube, syrupy and thick. In goes a finger, and we get up real close to furry, juicy flanks, squeezing tight on that finger. Magnus graduates rather quickly up to the ridgy dildo. Oh, and check the fond look of concentration -- what jewels is he planning to mine from that deep chute? The thick haunched Magnus starts rear-entry pounding Rounder, and then they switch off. The moment of squirt is hot if not short -- these bears sound and look like they've been bottled up for days.

The next scene starts with Big Ben pointing out the club scene, and we get a good few seconds of club life. I'd like to say on the quality end that there had to be at least two cameras going on, and the way this sequence was edited made the action on the dance floor look pretty intense. But enough of that. Soon enough we're in a little dungeon room -- brick walls, funky net hanging from the ceiling and, of course, steel enforced sling for pendulum play. Actually, there wasn't much of that -- but one can dream.

Craig Tennor rubs his face all into Shaun's back; they kiss; they slap each other's breast-beef. This is the scene with the spitting and slapping. Tennor with his wide-ranging beard, has one of those faces, that seems to smile even when he ain't smiling, like everything has him slightly amused -- or thoroughly enjoying. Shaun gets on his knees and licks hole for a bit, but then it takes no time for his fingers to get inside butt. Tennor reverses the role pretty quick and escalates the favor. Starting with 3 fungers, then 4, then … well I'll leave it for you to find out. This scene has a lot of changeups, in it, role switching and talent trading. I take it back, Tennor can look mean and intimidating staring down his cocksucking boyservant going at his cock-ringed testacles. Tennor gives some nice head with the spider skeins of drool hitting the light, and after a few bear hugs, Tennor throws Shaun on the sling and slaps his cubby ass loose for a god reaming. This ass-fucking comes with sound effects -- the mic must be right down there next to the plumbs cause as cock rams in and out of the ooze we hear the snap, crackle and slap. When it's Tenor turn to take dick, he's loud and expressive -- "fuckin stiff cock" -- and when he's jacking his uncut beef kabob, he grimaces and groans like it's a death scene -- not just in a Shakespearean sense, but in a bad horror movie sense (what's bad for horror is good for porn). Then he pussles all over his fuzzy plump belly.

Boyd Somers

Next scene, our tour guide takes us to Southwark St., points out the flat of "two of my bear mates," and in we go. Elvis' chic glasses don't last for long. In no time we're looking at his belt, which says "for hire," and…oh, yes, we are naked under those jeans. The guys are all stripped down in no time, and Elvis goes madly to work on William Austin's happy horse meat. He gets a feel of it in his hands pushing back folds of flesh for us to admire this sturdy cock and gives Austin's dick a preview of what's in store. Then on his back, legs spread wide, Elvis goes buns up on the couch for Austin's pleasure. Elvis has a dark grizzly carpet of hair on his chest, belly, and inner thighs, but his fur lined crack -- with Austin's finger up it -- takes the day. As Austin gives him most sensual head we watch his ringed nipples bounce. Taking Austin's dick, Elvis gets the fringe benefit of a manly ass massage by way of Austin's weighty belly rub, and the background score -- generally pretty electronic -- comes in with echoes of heavy breathing. Elvis sits his tanned ass down on Austin and it's let the flesh roll! During the mutual jacking, Austin rumbles "I'm going to come" in an ursine growl that'll make your skin go goosey and Elvis finishes by licking his milk-mottled fur and massaging flabby flesh.

We take a short train ride to the romping grounds of two other bears in their natural habitat, and lookie here two bears having a roll in the hay, literally. Balls on bails, bonking! Neatly trimmed Devon Berks and Kevin Sadler with his snowy chest hair start mauling and in no time the mature, hulking, tattooed, steam rolling Sadler loads up the lube. He no sooner starts pounding when in walks our tour guide Big Ben -- "Want to join us?" Kevin offers. Yes, this is the story of the three bears. Cock gets sucked, tongues collaborate, then these uncut grizzlies work their meat in a ring. On his back in the hay, Devon takes a hard pounding from one bear then the other. Then as he lies back in the hay working his bone -- and nicely emptying his spout -- the two big boys stand overhead, beating meat in a frenzy. "Gonna cum?" Devon asks looking up at them. And you know it's going to pour. Not too long after, he gets his answer full in the face. Smiles and jiz-filled fists were had by all.

Signing off the fucking and sucking portion of the DVD, Big Ben Martin says, "You never know what you're gonna find in London -- see you here on your next holiday."

There's one more scene after that. In it, director Andy Dill does a photo shoot with a young, muscular bear named Serge Scott, a Scotsman (duh) with eat-em-up accent. As Dill chats up the model, we learn that despite his leather vest and leather chaps, Scott is new to the game -- and only a little timid about it. Dill gets him talking while he directs him with hand gestures, a tilt of the head, hand on chest, leave the nipple showing.... When Scott turns around for a rear view, Dill admires the solid, ample ass bursting out of Scott's chaps. Piece by piece of clothing, he directs Serge to strip. Dill is very encouraging when Serge releases his shapely uncut cock and starts to make excuses for its size. Hey, even rugged bear models have dick size issues! After Dill directs the easygoing Scotsman into some compromising poses ("I want to see your asshole"), Serge begins to work himself into a groaning cum. What a load -- and apparently he had promised to be prodigious. Dill approved.

"That was fucking all over the floor!" he says in admiration.

It was a little strange watching this scene and recognizing the personhood of Director/Producer Andy Dill, his fuzzy, well-toned, 38 year-old chest shirtless, there, with his digi cam and baggy low hung jeans encouraging a new porn star. The day we received this DVD in the mail we also found out about Andy's death, unexpected from a sudden bout with meningitis.

I wanted to review this video because Andy Dill was a personal friend. He also served as a consultant when putting together OUT magazine. If you like what you see here, all thanks go to Andy Dill.

"Porn, porn, porn."

We love you Andy.