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Review: Twink DVDs   by John Karr

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TwinksForCash.com is a website run by former porn star Damien Ford and a guy named Tom, last name unknown to me, who I found attractive until I became acquainted with his smarmy personality. The streaming video these guys put out features “twinks” who are lured into the Damien/Tom offices on the pretext of being photographed so they can build their modeling portfolio, but who then gladly accept large amounts of cash to engage in, surprise, homosexual acts. Pink Visual Productions has collected the website’s 25-minute vignettes onto an ongoing series of DVDs. I have in hand Twinks for Cash Volume 5. Nothing about it makes me want to see Volumes 1 through 4.

I’ve got to admit I initially thought it would be nice to see Ford again. I was a big fan of his face, form, phallus and fuck-skill. And I’d seen Tom at several websites, and rather liked his large size, shaved body (both head and crotch), and the striking bleached mustache and goatee he sports. But in scene after scene of their present endeavor, both guys are pretty resistible. Partly because they will not stop the drivel of improvised dialogue with which they first ostensibly seduce their clients, and then, during sex, with which they ceaselessly taunt and urge the boys to exploit themselves even further. And partly--no, mostly -- because there’s nothing special about the twinks. Who are, after all, the reason you’re expected to have tuned in. Any of these models might prove interesting in other circumstances--say, as actual movie with a set, a director, and a sexual ambiance. I’d particularly like to see the tall American/Asian mix named Erik, who takes quite a joy ride upon the proprietor’s estimable bones. But these segments are so devoid of any actual pleasure, of sex that isn’t rote, and are so reeking with a used car salesman sensibility, that I quickly got over whatever novelty they thought they were presenting.

Let’s say, though, that your fantasy is the negotiation of sex for money. I have a friend who can’t enjoy sex unless he’s paid for it. If so, these scenes may be for you, however clumsily executed they are. And if you can tolerate the dismal set, harsh lighting and lack of sexy mood, what of the twinks themselves? The six lads are of varying sorts of cute, but are all basically plain. Look like they work at the car wash. Nice bodies, nothing special. Their sexual aptitude? Nothing to get excited about. Oops, I just summed up the movie. And, oh, I did find a way I could make the pair of pornographers to shut up. I just hit the eject button.


Even though I thought I’d exceeded my tolerance for Eastern European porn, it was a relief after Twinks for Cash to turn to Factory Fresh, the latest import of the TitanMen Fresh brand. Their line of twink is entirely different. A little older, early to mid-20s, but decidedly chosen for their athletic bodies, calendar boy faces, and all-star, oversized pornoland cocks. Actually, in this country, guys such as these aren’t called twinks. They’re jocks. But let’s not quibble over category. Because the product--if you like Czech porn--is dependably effective.

Factory Fresh was directed on location somewhere over there by TitanMen pro Brian Mills. Which is why the Titan style and standards are so closely observed. There’s high quality videography, editing and music, and Titan’s full-delivery sex.

I won’t name the movie’s nine uncut Euro-studs because you’ve never heard of them and probably won’t see them again. They appear in three extended length scenes over the course of two and a quarter hours, and pump out their joy juice repeatedly. Suck action brings on their first orgasms, followed by fuck action that brings on the second. Since all three scenes are three-ways, there’s a lot of cum sloshing over the sides.

The site of all this is an abandoned factory. If the boys are fresh, it’s not. Its crumbling masonry and rusted girders are just enough of a wreck to look as inviting as a secret clubhouse, and not foreboding for its remoteness. It seems to be a popular cruising spot. There are guys making out in its courtyard and several large warehouse-like spaces.

I could criticize them for making so much noise that their efforts sound fake. Nobody moans the same moan, or “ah”s the same “ah” so continually in real life. Yet few people in real life have the sturdy physiques and the steely, long stretches of cock that these lads sport. Heavy hung? Seems to be a birthright in Czechoslovakia. I liked the cute, rosy-cheeked blond bottom of scene one, and his top, a finely featured prince of a guy, with fine gold hair on his head, and wispy golden curls glistening on his thighs and balls and butt crack. That’s them on the box cover.

I was equally taken with the more menacing, Germanic style of a commanding dude in the second scene--Mohawk, shaved crotch, lean mean fuck machine. His buddy top is also slender, and ripped. They’ve got great cocks, which they deploy with more aggressive action than the bucolic opening scene, making a good contrast.

The third scene has a well-built, dimpled blond, a playful brunet, and a Neil Patrick Harris clone (I can only fantasize Mr. Harris hanging such a heavy cock). They’re entertaining. Playful at first, and then progressing to passionate engagement upon discovering the quantity and high quality of their dicks.