Trust Me (DVD)

In Trust Me STUDIO 2000 explores the boundaries of love games and mind games as we enter into the new millennium. Trust us, this is a steamy, super-sensuous sex drama about two lovers and the parameters of their carnal couplings. The stakes are raised even further when the green-eyed monster known as jealousy rears its head. Of course, at the center of every Studio 2000 epic is a dream-team cast of gorgeous guys with perfect faces, fabulous physiques, and bountiful boners. At the center of this whirlwind of commitment versus sexual freedom are the lovers superb, studly Studio 2000 exclusive Chris Steele and babe from Bjorn-land Buddy Jones. The spirit of their love is strong but in Jones' case his bodily urges are anything but weak. Aren't we the lucky ones!

Surrounding and tempting our duo are such current dreamboats as hyper-himbo Blake Harper, delicious and dewy Drew Peters, and Hispano-hunk Marco Antonio. Naughty brunet newcomer Anthony Cox and dirty-blond bottom-guy Rick Hammersmith add to the arousing adventures.

Our tale opens with a rub-a-dub, two-studs-in-a-tub as lovers Steele and Jones prepare to part company for a couple of days. They kiss and devour dick with Steele lavishing his attention on Jones' bone - an uncut masterpiece. For a man we think of first and foremost as a fucker, Steele also proves his oral expertise both fore and aft. Jones reciprocates avidly, making the most of his contact with Chris Steel. After a ton of tongue, both men pop proficient pools of spooge.

Once on the road, the worried Jones frets over whether or not Steele will remain faithful. Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Chris casts an eye at lean, lanky, luscious garden guy Anthony Cox, but goes back to his computer. Frustrated Cox whips out his hefty hard-on and is just getting into the rhythm of his rod when he is interrupted by ever-ready pool cleaner, horny Blake Harper. What?s handier than a handy man? Harper wastes no time devouring the gardener's goodies. Then who should arrive on the scene but meter reader Rick Hammersmith. After a momentary voyeuristic interlude, he proceeds to read their meters. What follows is a rock-em, sock-em threeway complete with sucking, rimming, and bigtime butt banging. Unquestionably the highlight of this torrid trinity is when Hammersmith - in a rare instance of double penetration - simultaneously takes both Cox's crank and Harper's harpoon up his voracious manhole. Talk about double the pleasure, double the fun! All three come like they?ve been storing it up for winter.

As Jones drives along we are privy to his fervid, jealous thoughts. He imagines that their neighbor, delicious Drew Peters, comes by for a dip in the pool -- providing Chris with a temptation that proves utterly irresistible. In his mind Jones imagines Peters' massaging his lover's neck with the inevitable results of rising rods. Our humpy hero gloms on to Peters' pecker, and wham, bam! They're at it full blast replete with dancing waters in the background. But dancing dicks are more to the point and this perfect picture of man-on-guy lust is in itself worth the price of admission. Mutual cocksucking leads to Steele screwing Peters both doggie and missionary style and we must note that Peters moans and groans like the proverbial bitch in heat. Peters' plush posterior brings out the heavy metal in Steele's savage sword, and in short order both are coming wads of goo. Steele jacks out Peters' load, and then pops his own wad on the blond's boyish bod. It may happen only in Jones' mind, but its a dream duo that seems very real to us.

Jones is so worked up by his mistaken belief that Steele is cheating on him that he gives in to the lure of a porno palace to relax his frazzled nerves. Almost immediately he is accosted by new arrival, Argentine bombshell Marco Antonio, who whips out his uncut schlong. He begins jacking his massive meat to get Jones' attention. It's no surprise that it works! Jones pulls out and pulls on his own foreskinned fuckstick. Cocksucking follows. How could it not? But the real action begins when Jones bends Antonio over the theatre seats and pushes his potent prod all the way to glory. Multiple positions follow, and these movie-house moves prove that carnal choreography know's no bounds. Both men come copiously, and Jones' impressive blast is a perfect prelude to Antonio's arching geyser into his own mouth. Who is really guilty now?

Jones can take the stress and the guilt no longer and rushes home and into the bedroom. Immediately he and Steele get into a raunchy round of rimming, with Steele really mining for Jones' gold. Ultimately, Steele mounts his lover and fucks him every which way possible all over the bed. Steele's fiery assault on Jones' hedonistic hole is a rapacious as anything ever seen on screen. Rarely has a big bulbous boner been so perfectly paired with a bountiful, bottomless bubblebutt.

Studio 2000's Trust Me proves once and for all that, if your nerves can handle it, you can have your cake and eat it, too. If this blockbuster had only Studio 2000's exclusive superstar Chris Steele in three scenes it would be a flawless film; however, with the myriad delights of Buddy Jones added--also in three scenes--Trust Me is almost too good for words. Pile on a team of studs like Blake Harper, Anthony Cox, Marco Antonio, Drew Peters and Rick Hammersmith and--trust us--Trust Me is a jewel-filled tool chest of unburied treasure that you'll dig time and time again!

Starring Chris Steele, Buddy Jones, Anthony Cox, Blake Harper, Rick Hammersmith, Drew Peters and Marco Antonio.

Directed by John Travis.

DVD features include Interactive Menus; Chapter Index; Jump to Your Favorite Scenes; DVD-ROM Compatible; No Regional Coding for World Wide Playback.

A Studio 2000 DVD.