It's been pleasing to see Colt Studios recently maintaining consistently effective content with excellent filmmaking technique. Colt film directors John Rutherford and Kristofer Weston have delivered a string of classy and distinctly carnal movies. They have warm, hi-res videography and smooth editing, plus nicely supportive music. The demi-god performers are well-matched and the directors film them without condescending to the audience. Boy, am I grateful for the absence of hype and hard sell in Colt movies. Seems the directors have faith that the masculinity of their men is a certainty that doesn't need propping up.

The guys respond well, and give earthy performances informed with a low-keyed, sly kind of attitude that sidles toward playful. They make personal contact with us, comfortably locking eyes and even giving a few smiles. Smiles that tell me of their cocksure confidence. This is what a sexo should be like -- I feel like the guys are letting me in on something.


You can see all this in director John Rutherford's Ripped, in scenes that show butch is not incompatible with intimate. The movie's also entirely unrushed, so you can sail off to creamland with its potent partnerings. Mitch Branson and Ricky Parks may not be flashy, but they're devoted, as well as succulent -- thick, furry, and solidly rumped. John Magnum, that muscular blond babe with the broadest cock around, is super steamy topping catcher par excellence, Danny Drake.

You know I'm crazy for Ty LeBeouf. In his flip-fuck with Darin Hawk, he's scrappy and manfully scruffy, his face and body thankfully unshaved, his pencil-eraser nipples perking outward. The last scene crowns the movie with the memorable pairing of Gage Weston and Nate Karlton. He's a hairy-chested daddy-stud who smolders like never before in this 30-minute scene. Yet the best part of this coupling has been served up as a separate 24-minute Bonus.

How many times can Karlton edge to the trembling, sweaty brink of orgasm? In the expert hands of Weston, the answer is so many times I thought I'd lose my mind. It's a must-see Bonus -- though I can't imagine why the two sequences weren't left integral.


In Lotus, a movie as handsomely filmed as it is hot to watch, we find that a yoga warm-up is great for getting your body into sexy positions. Brian Hansen is rarin' to go after a two-year absence from films, and in a pair of scenes is rousingly topped by that manful Mr. Magnum and the beauteous Benjamin Bradley. Dayton O'Connor ain't shoddy, topping sweet and shiny blond newcomer Jessie Swift, and Lucky Daniels is his usual happy self while creaming young newcomer Ricky Martinez.

Here's a tip. If you like John Magnum and Benjamin Bradley separately, don't miss them together, in Rumper Room. They're a major get-off. The movie is otherwise built around tasty twinks -- spiffy freshmen types, including a pair of hot blonds, and teaser Jake Lyons, an uncut cutie with Snow White's coloring. I'm glad he's graduating from his earlier amateur movies to the Cadillac world of Colt.


You've heard about SpeedoBoy, haven't you?

A little over two years ago, a series of jack-off videos began appearing online. They were self-made savories from the self-named SpeedoStudent, in which the 19-year-old bit of eye-candy modeled at length the swell boner inside his favorite Speedos. Then he jacked off in all sorts of places (like, classrooms and hallways) that the University of Hawaii recognized as their property. The postings brought notoriety, opprobrium, and the expected outcome. SpeedoStudent began attending school in San Diego.

It was there that he connected with Dirty Bird Pictures, adopted a new name, and at 22 made his first professional video. And so his ebullient personality, smooth swimmer's body, blond beauty, and surprisingly big, superbly hard, always-looks-like-it's-ready-to-blast bone have burst upon the world.

The movie is called SpeedoBoys. Its greatest novelty is that unlike the majority of movies that promise Speedo clad sweeties, only to ditch the suits ASAP, this one delivers. All the scenes linger upon suitably suited-up scepters, and there's one that's entirely devoted to our arousal via Speedo-shrouded sweetmeats.

SpeedoBoys was directed by Dink Flamingo, best known as the Marine-monger producer of Active Duty movies. This movie has solid videography, sensible POVs and unobtrusive editing, but still reveals in several ways Dink's roots in amateur video. His movie lacks both opening and closing credits, and is needlessly saddled with an insipid and distracting narration. There's too much gooey and cloying New Age music, and at one point in the soundtrack, you can hear the director's audible instruction to his performers.

The first half of SpeedoBoys features Corbett with Active Duty regular, Kaden Saylor. First, Corbett jacks off while dreaming of Kaden jacking off. Then they get together, for some prettified but -- despite Corbett's best efforts -- impersonal sex. It's Kaden. He's pretty but he's bland.

He also lacks technique, especially when jamming it brusquely into a yelping Corbett. Ultimately, the jostled cutie jacks off. The encounter is cosmetic enough, but hardly the star's entrance that should have been accorded Corbett.

We get that in the second half of SpeedoBoys, when Shawn takes over. He's a deeply tanned, butch and buzz-cut blond with an otherwise entirely shaven body. Here's that posing scene I mentioned, which luxuriates at length in the fabulousities of robust rods in skintight skivvies. After a generous time spent modeling Speedos and then grinding their hidden cocks against each other, they have a thorough fuck. First, Shawn savors sucking upon Corbett's cock. And then he rims. Gets his tongue way in there. Fingers the lovely, hairless hole. Then he cock-plugs it well, going from kind to killer with mounting intensity. And then, and then...he delivers his load -- oh Sacramental Moment! -- right in Corbett's mouth. Quel finale!

The difference between Shawn and Kaden is that Shawn fingers his own butthole while he sucks Corbett, and Kaden doesn't even know he has a butthole. My advice: Give yourself a tantalizing introduction to Corbett by first watching Part 2 and getting off big-time with these glory boys, then watch the first half some other time.