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DVD Reviews: Just the Sex 2 and Fuck My Manly Hole   by John Karr

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There are so many reasons to adore Brent Corrigan. Twinkling eyes, shiny skin, flawless complexion; a moppet's haircut that accentuates his carefree youth; a natural physique that flows over its contours; and a penis so lovely in shape, length, and weight as to inspire awe and envy – feelings which also accrue upon an ass to which all future asses might aspire. It's so firm and compactly shaped, so expansively holed, so accommodatingly receptive. Plus, Brent's quick smile is buoyed by a sweet personality and refreshing attitude. He's sincere.

His most recent Dirty Bird Pictures movie, Just the Sex 2, may be his best. Though masquerading as amateur porn, it's up to pro standards, and captures Brent's personality while engaging in complete adoration of his genitals.

Indeed, along with lots of romantic kissing and romp-around rump fucking, JtS2 adores a swell collection of upscale, highly desirous boycock. Brent's is adored in two scenes. He tops established star Turk Melrose, and most especially, he flips with newcomer Steve Oliver. Ginger haired Curtis Hoffman gets one of those "And Introducing" credits for a flip-flopping scene with returning star Cameron Lane, and lanky Jacob Powell is paired up with slightly more mature Justice McClain (well, where everyone else is whiskerless, he's got a goatee).

Brent begins the movie with a couple of enjoyable moments of casual conversation with Steve Oliver, a meaty kid whose square face adds a masculine touch to his pink-cheeked youthfulness. And he's sure got an attractive boner — broad, cut, and smooth, with ruthlessly clipped pubic hair. Brent jerks his own unusually photogenic phallus while alternating leisurely between sucking Steve's tasty treat and smooching its owner.

After you're fully dazed by the cocksucking and closely observed rimming, Steve sits on Brent's cock, taking it slowly but taking it all. His cock swells even harder as he grinds upon Brent's. Damn, the kid's good. When the sensations make Brent's eyes begin to cross, he pulls out and offers his own ass to Steve, who shows his topping prowess with calm, assured fucking that makes Brent's cock leak pre-cum. His energetic ride astraddle Steve makes his cock smack loudly against Steve's belly, and he shoots his stuff with youthful zeal.

The second scene, featuring the undeniably attractive Curtis Hoffman and Cameron Lane, is a replay of the first. It's just not as special without Brent. Ditto the even more standardized third scene, with butch Justice McClain and slender Jacob Powell (wispy in everything but cock). Brent's unique qualities make his scenes the movie's best. I entirely enjoyed being mesmerized by the sights he has to offer.


If you turn from Brent because twinks just aren't your thing, perhaps opposites attract. Like toughs. Toughs with toys.

The Mansize feature Fuck My Manly Hole surprised me on several accounts. For one thing, its title speaks truth. Its bottoms are butch. More than that, it's not the standard Euro-sexo, with exaggerated gasping further marring robotic performances from guys who may be big, broad, sleek, and shaved, but are mostly gay for pay. Yeah, this bunch gasps with such unison gusto you think there must be a choir director just off- camera. Yet FMMH is not only an eager, aggressive, and spontaneous looking suck 'n' fuck fest, but a fetish event aimed at a particular (and most definitely underserved) audience: butt pluggers.

The guys are big solid slabs, whose bodies, and frequently their pubes, are shaved smooth – with the exception of Don Camillo, a finely furred muscle stud. All the guys are uncut – with the exception of guest star Milan Gamiani. This husky guy with the cannon cock has stopped my heart in his every appearance; his notable scenes with Michael Lucas and Collin O'Neal are high on my all-time fave list. Note that he's not actually in FMMH, but is served up in a Bonus Scene that has an entirely different flavor and setting from the feature.

Even if the feature weren't good, however, this half hour of hot heaven would be mandatory. It's a poolside scene, with Milan's expansive and so-solid boner stretching his Speedo before it's liberated by pool cleaner Rod Stevens, a severe looking Marine type – hard muscled body, square jaw, hooded eyes, and crew cut. Craggy-faced Milan is sexily unshaven and ready to work a bone that really oughtta be depicted on paper money or emblazoned on coinage – anything to get it in greater circulation. Rod spends a lot of time slobbering on it with gusto, although he also gets time to fuck Milan's face with his own admirable tool. Milan's an expert deep throater; he loves to rim, and throws Rod a thorough and abandoned fuck, during which he's attentive to his partner, rarely forgetting as he fucks to work Rod's cock or to lean forward and smooch him. And then, surprise! Milan flips himself over and lets Rod do the reaming, until Gamiani goo gushes onto his muscular abs. The scene's an estimable bonus to a movie that hardly needed additional enticements.

Fuck My Manly Hole opens with a hot guy working the obviously big bone within his cotton briefs. He's soon joined by a ripped hunk whose own plank of cock falls forward from a flat torso and shaved groin, and the guys get right into intense kissing, harsh bone-jerking, and slavering sucking. But when the first guy lies back on a table and peals off his briefs, we see that throughout all this action he's been sportin' a butt plug. If you weren't already aroused (how were you able to resist?), this sight will snap things to attention.

Four of the five scenes in FMMH feature butt-plug play – two briefly and two more extensively. Let me tell you, it's a little mind-blowing to see three guys seated in a row on a sofa, holding their knees back to their shoulders to show off the flat rectangular tops of the sweet toys plugging their butts. The movie's three accomplished toy boys are topped by three accomplished toy tuckers – well-known stud Claudio Antonelli, the aforementioned daddy Don Camillo, and an impressively ripped dude whose name is never connected with his face. There's great cocksucking and no shortage of traditional fucking – with some swell, revealing Reverse Cowboy shots – and sterling orgasms all around. Plus plenty of plug action to savor for those so inclined.