Rascal Video
Directed by: Chi Chi LaRue
[We should probably mention that this 2-DVD set doesn't come out until January 31.]
Chi Chi LaRue's Wrong Side of the Tracks is a hot, well-produced two-DVD vehicle for that hard-packed pint of wildchild, Johnny Hazzard. You have to like those sparkling eyes and soft lashes; that small, tight body marked in tribal ink, those hands! so fine, venous and always busy (you all know I have a hand fetish, and these gentle explorers do it for me). Because Wrong Side of the Tracks is all about Hazzard. What's not to like, really, cuz the boy can make love, with a piggish mouth and hole that could disappear a Hummer (not to mention monster cocks Luke Strong and Tyler Riggz). But Hazzard's real forte is the fact that he's an incredible sensualist. Check how often he does it with his eyes closed. He's not one of those prima donnas mugsing for the camera or noticeably worrying about how he looks. It's just obvious that Hazzard is in this to suck up the good sensations and suck on everything else.
So as the story goes (a kind of reverse 8 Mile) bad boy Hazzard lives in a trailer with his wicked stepfather, and spends his time in back alleys and abandoned buildings fucking the homeboys.
The opening scene shows Hazzard with his ostensible fuck buddy, the shaven headed pretty boy Shane Rollins, another young 'un whose mesmerizing eyes can make you do pet tricks. The two start out with lots of slobbery tongue and kissing. Grabbing nearby pipes and poles in very seductive poses, the two engage in a lot of quick back and forth from face to fuck slot, but most of the time, Rollins gets the bottom end of the action. One of my favorites is him bent over, clutching the pole with outstretched arms, butt to the sky and Hazzard comes in engulfs Rollins with his arms, taking hold of the pole as he positions Rollins for some serious ass plow. Then there's a juicy rough scene when Johnny returns to his trailer to find his stepfather Jase Banyon, a couple of beers to the wind and demanding that Johnny service Daddy: "Your mom promised you'd take care of me." As bearish Banyon tries to force Hazzard down on his cock, they have an exciting struggle. I won't tell you how it turns out, but ultimately when Hazzard leaves the trailer, he joins his fuck buds as they initiate the randy Pete Ross into the tribe. The initiation consists of a lot of topping, but the three gangbangers have a hard time giving the voracious Ross more than he wants. As he gets passed from one hot stud to the next, Ross sucks cock in desperate panting gulps, takes spit in his face, holds his own under a triple cock assault, takes a face full of splooge, and his battle cry throughout is "do it again." With his dual ringed cock, his pale face, blond hair and small goatee, Ross can take all manner of bottom abuse and still look pretty. Of course Hazzard is going to jump in. Pete gets rootered by Benjamin Bradley, ass slapped by Johnny, takes in Kevin Brown with help from the candy-apple-red lipped Jan Fischer, until Ross is hollering and gagging all at once… Very stimulating scene.
But all this gang action does not persuade Johnny to stick around the one-horse town. We see him hitching along the road one minute and the next we're in a dream sequence, several scenes of Hazzard in compromising or at least stressful positions flash in and out to deep, underwater growls for sound effect. The snippets are a big tease, so the dream sequences draw you back into the sex without feeling like an interruption.
When Johnny wakes up he's in the front seat of the rig of burly, man-busty, thick thighed, and Superman tattooed Taylor Riggz. Riggz takes Johnny into the back of what turns out to be a van and reminds him "it's a long way to the city." No rest for the wicked, so Johnny gets to work on Riggz' meaty big rig. You gotta love how Johnny gets that 2 X 4 all the way into his mouth and, it looks like, down his throat. He has Riggz sweating bullets that drop off his broad brow like rain. Then there's the way Johnny rubs Tyler's jumbo schlong along his face, as if he's in love with the monster. This sort of sensual surprise is the trademark that makes Hazzard's work so special. So...after his well-paid-for truck ride to town, Hazzard ends up in a flea-bag motel with paper thin walls and two cokeheads (Jacob Slader and Joey Jay) fucking, snorting and shouting next door. Slader does Jay rough, rude, and hard -- slapping ass, leaving great pink hand prints on Jay's very round ass cheeks, sucking Jay's marbles into a helpless pucker, punching Jay's twitching ass crack. But when Slader gets carried away, pounding the wall in his excitement, Johnny shouts "Shut the fuck up!" It does nothing to quiet them down, so Hazzard leaves. In no time, he takes up with savvy male prostitute, Marcus Iron. And for their first trick, they're going to introduce the new john (Tommy Ritter) to a threesome. The camera gives us all kinds of up under and down over as Ritter does a rimming and gets a reaming.
In the final scene, trouble is afoot for cocky Hazzard (who is just that cocky in real life, according to one of our editors, who met him at GayVN -- more on that later). He takes a trick that his new hustling friends warn him not to. The trick pulls a gun on him and… woah…OK, gotta see that bit for yourself.
Wrong Side of the Tracks One is everything a good porn flick should be: non-stop hot sex with a fun (if sketchy) plot, artsy touches, and some great locations. And that's just Part 1.
Part 2 review, next week.