Get your kicks from a guy in a jockstrap? Then Jockstrap Orgy has some pleasing moments for you. About the best thing I can say about the 90 minute EuroboySport feature is that, unlike most movies that promise a jock or a Speedo or business suits or whatever, only to almost immediately discard it in a rush to penetrative sex, Jockstrap Orgy actually delivers some moments of jockerotics. On that account, if I wasn’t thrilled, or even much engaged by this generic Czech import, I can’t begrudge it much.
The gathering of nine soccer-playing lads in their locker room is at all times amiable enough. The young men are mostly cute, each in their own way, mostly dark-haired, and mostly smooth-bodied. They’re all uncut. They have nice bodies, with one or two a little beefy and one decidedly muscular. He’s the one with completely shaven crotch and an enormous, fat sausage of a cock.
There’s much jocular horseplay as the guys gather. They keep up the banter and quips throughout the movie, and the lack of subtitles may make you wish you knew Czech. They sit facing each other in a horseshoe arrangement of benches, playing dick games and jacking off. Given the time it takes most of them to get aroused, and the general lack of actual excitement throughout, I’m suspecting some gay for pay boys. Man, I’d spring a boner right off in a locker room full of dick play! But there’s a ringleader, a savvier dude sporting a little soul patch, whose cock is so hard it doesn’t flag when he hangs a gym shoe on it.
The guys genially proceed from jerking themselves to jerking their buddy, and suddenly, a half hour in, everybody’s sucking everybody and kissing and moaning. Guess the director told them to heat it up. Just as suddenly as they started, they stop to put on their jocks. Sure makes their plumped-up and hard cocks look fine. There’s a circle jerk, then the jocks come off as abruptly as they went on, and everybody’s fucking. They go at it energetically but without much eroticism for 20 minutes or so. Mr. Big Dick stretches a condom over his whopper, and mauls the semi-soft thing up a buddy’s butt. The ringleader’s rather forceful fingerfucking brings off one guy, and a ten-minute group JO finishes off the rest of them. Not me, though. It was all a little too unfocused, random.
But wait. There’s a bonus scene. Ringleader’s in his bedroom, wearing a jock and piling up others on his face as he jacks off. His attractive friend arrives, and gives himself a squat fuck on Ringleader’s solid bone. After fucking, they kiss, JO, and cum--all the while wearing their jocks. It’s a hotter scene than the locker room, but still, a middling sort of porn. Yeah, more jockstrap action than usual, but in a “who cares?” production.
The only jockstrapped moment in Encounters 5: Burning Desire comes in a bonus solo scene. But the Michael Lucas-produced series, here most capably written and directed by Tony Dimarco, is continuously successful, its vignettes focused and effective, handsomely filmed and edited, and with great music. There are, as usual, four of them in this 90 minute edition. A subtitle claims, “In New York, with a population of 10 million, SEX happens.” You can be sure of that.
Even if I’m less pleased with the first two--I think it’s the “Str8 boy succumbing to gay sex” scenario of them both that produces a slight distancing effect--they’re still eminently watchable. “It Happened One Night” details the time Wilson Vasquez was too high to drive home, and flops on John Lamb’s sofa. Wilson’s horny, and naturally, Lamb, a hottie with a high class look, yields directly to temptation, putting his lips on Wilson’s oversized tan pinga as the dude feigns sleep. If there’s little sexual chemistry in their encounter, you gotta admit they’re cosmetic, and Wilson sure rocks Lamb’s butt.
Encounter 2 is “Dad’s Porno.” Once again, a street-smart dude is visiting a preppie’s house. Even though Dad’s porno stash is hetero, it sets them off. A proffered blowjob becomes a rim job, and suddenly, they’re fucking. Bottom Nicholas Lockwood is a collegiate athlete worth watching, and 22 year old new star Jimmy is--well, a new star. A husky build, an Irish complexion and a tough guy look. Find him again in a bonus solo, wearing his jock in the shower. Its opaque wetness is a turn-on, and, man, he fills out that pouch in a mouthwatering way.
Scene Three is way hotter, and Scene Four sizzling, their straightforward detailing of two mutually attracted gay men more successful than the preceding scenes. Encounter 3,” Post-Gym Workout,” brews up a lotta heat, with foreplay, kissing, and swell partners. Vin Nolan’s got a lower class look, but sports a patrician cock. Handsome Brian Bodine’s got milk chocolate, unblemished skin, and a smooth cock so dark brown it’s almost black. Looks stunning being orally or anally sluiced by Nolan’s pink beauty. Nolan loves eating Bodine’s slick, hairless ass; he gives a princely fuck to Bodine, at first attentive and then forceful. It’s immensely picturesque when Bodine sits on Nolan’s cock, and the scene rises to an exciting climax with Nolan churning the cum outta Bodine’s bazooka.
The final Encounter, “Room Service,” is climactic in every way. I salivate at the thought of Jason Ridge, and he’s in great form here, looking swell as a businessman who puts the make on a hotel bellhop. Smooth, young Jonathan Vargas tries to resist the pass Ridge makes. But Ridge just takes him. Their romantically tinged lust is driven, passionate. Ridge rims succulently, and is a suave-to-forceful fucker. Surprise--Vargas flips him, and gives as good as he got. His rimming of Ridge’s rump is enviable, and his punchy fucking sends the cum spurting outta Ridge’s red hot rod.