The instinct to be fed, we all have. The instinct to be sheltered, we all have. The instinct to be clothed, we all have (in most situations). The instinct for sexual desire, we all have, but in various forms. The guys in Chris Ward's astounding "Instinct" have a sexual desire that is without limits and without boundaries. These ultra-butch men tear into each other with desire that really can be described as base animal instinct. You can't fake something this good. The heaven-sent men here have the sexual instinct to rival the very hungry, the very cold and the very poorly clad, but it's a hell of a lot more exciting watching them be satisfied than watching someone eat, sleep or dress.
The first scene starts off with the manliest of men, bearded bald Jake Deckard, a sexy pile of muscle and hair. He is reclining while tattooed goateed Tamas Esterhazy kisses him with enough energy to light a rural town. They grope and pound, and it's so ultra masculine, jumping off the screen. Tamas is in no rush, and just when it looks like he's heading lower from one of Jake's nipples, he goes back up to his face. Of course eventually, he's going to undo Jake's jeans with his teeth and tear out Jake's imperious boner. Treating it with the same abandon he has every other part of Jake so far (including his boots), Tamas delivers a superb deep-throat. Jake's eyes rarely wander from watching Tamas suck him, and only when they want to watch Tamas' ass, which is soon invaded with bruising power by Master Jake. Slamming into Tamas' inked ass, Jake has so much force from all of those rock-hard muscles, and in Tamas he has a partner who can take his smashing delivery. Tamas roars in glee as Jake sneers and fucks him, his abs rolling with every forceful thrust. Tamas sits on Jake, who pushes up into the hearty bottom, himself very hard. Jake doesn't need any time to rest. It's then back to a set-shaking doggy fuck where Jake looks amazingly regal with his gyrating ass-slam. Not close to done, Tamas is placed flat on the floor so Jake can lob more cock into him, this time making sure deep penetration is most important. These guys have more left in them for a missionary fuck, where Jake not only fucks, but also jacks Tamas' cock until the latter sprays big. Then it's Jake's turn to splatter huge on his happily sated partner. Now really, isn't that more interesting than the early-bird special at Denny's?
Dirk Jager is the sole performer in the second scene. This brunet beauty is eye candy all by himself. With close-cropped hair, a beard and a smattering of fuzz on his chest, this ripped muscular stud is an ideal macho player. He belongs in a dark room in front of a mirror, pulling on his big-headed cock with a camera to watch. Director Chris Ward is an expert at filming solos. He knows it's not just about cock pumping, and so he lets the camera drool all over Dirk, from his appealing face to his hairy legs. Of course, Dirk kind of demands attention be paid to his uncut cock by slamming it on the bench and treating it wildly. There's a wonderful moment when Dirk is positioned in front of a mirror, his actual self shown just from the six-pack down, but the mirror image showing off his ass. In this squatting position, he ultimately pops off. And all of this without any required clothing!
If there is a man who truly has no limits, it's Dean Monroe. The goateed European with the big smile is a cock whore, so he's lucky that his playmate here is big-dicked Ken Mack, possessor of one of world's best hairiest chests. Dean starts by gulping at Ken's curving cock all the way to the balls. At one point, he asks if Ken likes it. Unless Ken has lost all feeling in his cock, he can't help but adore this blowjob. The veins in Dean's neck pop out when he takes Ken whole, but his throat otherwise shows no sign of strain from devouring this enormous pecker. Dean reaches up and holds on to some chain, needing no hands to deep-throat, showing off obvious skill. Speed, depth, moisture -- they are all there as Dean chugs Ken like it's the last cock he'll be able to worship. In the first scene, worship was one-sided. Here, things are more mutual. Ken gets to delight Dean's veined uncut cock with a moaning sloppy blowjob. It gives Dean a chance to relax and be the gorgeous statue that he is as Ken goes for broke on the cock, stopping only when Dean drizzles spit down on it. Super bottom Dean is on the receiving end of Ken's slicing fuck. With no need to start out slow, Ken bounds ahead into braying Dean with snorting energy, his cock fitting so smoothly into Dean's well-traveled ass. Dean's muscular thighs are tucked up toward his torso as Ken hits him all the way to his balls. To spice things up, Dean rolls in half so his ass is suspended in the air and Kevin slips a black dildo into him. No matter the size, heroic Dean can handle anything, and this goes in as easily as Ken himself did. The dildo has fun, but Ken takes back his control with an even more rage-filled fuck. As the music swells even louder than their combined voices, Ken does him missionary again and then standing up. With Dean's hip tattoo that looks like the leftover claw marks from the animal that transferred its base instincts into him, Dean takes Ken's increasingly punishing fuck with the same splendid ease. Dean cums first and then the hardworking Ken gets to toss off right down to the camera.
I thought it would be hard for me to be objective about the next scene, considering it features two of my absolute favorite porn stars, Rafael Alencar and Francois Sagat, two men who have never been responsible for anything less than perfect. It turns out I didn't have to worry about objectivity, because this combo works so brilliantly that the luminescence should hopefully be obvious to anyone lucky enough to watch it. Swarthy Rafael, his nipple pierced and his belly tattoo guarding his cock, is in a chain harness with Francois sucking his enormous cock as the scene starts. Though both should be gracing magazine covers, they work best undressed and uninhibited. Francois works up a lather sucking Rafael, beating the cock against his bearded face and then gagging himself on as much of it as is possible to suck. Rafael is very vocal, expressing a desire to get into Francois' ass, but there is no need to rush the phenomenal Frenchman. He dive bombs his mouth onto Rafael's cock with such abandon. In fact, he does so well, he makes himself cum. Having to equal that, Rafael cums on Francois' chest and then turns him over to eat his ass. Francois' ass is up there with the best, and Rafael's licking-fingering combo is grand preparation for the hole between the meaty mounds. After Rafael has tasted its perfection, he starts slamming his cock against it, giving fair warning of what is soon to arrive. I don't know what is improved more, Francois' ass with Rafael's good looks attached to it or the reverse. After an aching tease, Rafael finally fucks Francois. He starts off smoothly, though by no means nicely, making sure that his dick fits in all the way (as if there was doubt), and then starts with the power. He-man Francois can take hurricane force, and Rafael definitely registers. His own bulbous butt coming out inches from his back, Rafael seems to pull out a foot before tearing back into Rafael, and then unleashing a terrible volley of mean-spirited thrusts on Francois' waiting hole. The shots from underneath are the most delicious, watching the full length of Rafael's shaft disappear so expertly into Francois' ass. When Francois flips onto his back, Rafael's slamming gains sound. That's how driving it is. As for Francois, he's making it even more sensitive by pulling on a string attached to his trussed balls. Francois has his second cum-shot with Rafael still plugging away and then Rafael hits Francois' ass cheek with his jism. Forget objectivity: these two rock! They are killer performers apart, but together, it's fireworks.
Jake is back for another go-around. As he smokes a cigar, the blue smoke wafting around him in the darkly lit room, slender Matthieu Paris, usually on the receiving end of some stud's fist, plays with daddy's pits and nipples, being spit on by Jake in a sinister carnal mood. Jake continues his cigar and the lighting is bumped up when Matthieu goes down on Jake. The spitting doesn't stop, but Matthieu is too engaged in a fast-paced deep-throat to notice too many other sights, feels or sounds around him. Jakes is in charge of Matthieu's mouth, often pulling him off his cock for a spitting session. When Matthieu is on it, he's sublime, spending an awful lot of time on the head but always managing to get down to the balls when it counts. Matthieu is all red in the face from his intense sucking, but Jake decides his ass should be red too and slaps at it while Matthieu continues blowing. In an unexpected surprise, the quieter Matthieu tops Jake. Jake's hole is just the right size for Matthieu, fitting ideally, with enough friction to make Matthieu work hard. And work he does, his whole body having to zoom into action to penetrate giant Jake. At times, Matthieu fucks Jake with grunting heaving passion, slamming at him so hard they might accidentally move the set into the next county. Rugged Jake never looked more manly than he does here, bent over and getting slammed by someone who wants nothing more than to overpower the staggering hulk. Inevitably, Jake gets to top. Nature dictates that. With Matthieu pinned against a wall, Jake rages into him, back to that unique ab swivel that he does so well. Hell, he's so entranced by his bottom that he fucks at the same time as licking Matthieu's armpit. Matthieu was full of fire as a top, but Jake ups that into a full-out five-alarm blaze. Conventional time constraints would be almost offensive to these two and Chris Ward allows their scene to continue in its grandiose manner as long as the two can keep going. Jake reels off standing, missionary and sitting fucks on Matthieu, who doesn't break a sweat as Jake keeps hammering him. Finally, Matthieu pulls himself off Jake, who is still fingering him, and lets a load cascade onto Jake. Jake then gets to roar out his own shot.
While Jake and Matthieu towel off and rest, Matt Cole has a yummy solo interlude. With his chest shaved, but in the regulation leather of this movie, Matt is already hard and stroking when first encountered. Licking his lips in self-delight, he pulls at his cock wonderfully. Both hands help out the lubed long member as Matt's head swivels in pleasure. At times, his hand tightens around the cock so forcefully one can almost assume he's thinking of a tight ass somewhere. His own ass is a character here. Still stroking, he's shot from behind, his muscular buns in a jock and so close to the camera they can almost be tasted. His cum-shot isn't much, but by that point, the worshipping camera doesn't even care.
Dirk Jager he did so well in his earlier solo that he's rewarded with a hardcore scene with Luc Bonay. Luc has a shaved head, except for a streak of a Mohawk, and a tight muscular body that is still dwarfed by the immense Dirk. Luc starts the scene nuzzling at Dirk's nipple like a hungry baby (hey, none of that actual sustenance crap) and then displays an even bigger hunger for Dirk's dick. I might be too awed by the sight of Dirk's abs to be able to concentrate, but his cock is even hotter, and Luc has no problem delving into a galloping blowjob. Dirk keeps a firm hand on Luc's head, often making him lick his dick or nibble his balls. He then bends over and starts massaging Luc's ass. The completely hairless bubble-butt is then slam-fucked by ornery Dirk. Luc is tight, so once Dirk is in, he pretty much just has to hit Luc hard to get the rest of himself firmly inside. The tightness might not allow for some of the fucking gymnastics on display elsewhere here, but Dirk's ball-slapping fuck of round-rumped Luc has its own sizzle. Plus, Dirk is such a towering glamorous figure that simply watching him is a treat. Their fucking ends with Luc cumming while sucking Dirk.
It's a true testament to the above performers that all of their scenes have been either solos or seemingly simple twosomes. There have been no fancy gangbangs anywhere, but just brutal activity of the kind that only two connecting men can muster. But, the finale has three performers. In a leather jacket, hairy Manuel Torres beats off until Brett Mathews swings by to suck at his cock under the glare of red light. Reedy hairy-chested Brett shows instant devotion to Manuel's thick cock, stretching his mouth to the limits in order to suck it. His head jerks all around the dick, with Manuel needing to do nothing but sit back and enjoy Brett's ace oral maneuvers. Brett's sexy eyes are often pointing in Manuel's direction, but Manuel doesn't need to speak his approval. Brett soon gets it by squatting on all-fours so Manuel can lick his ass. The puckering hole is given a light treatment by Manuel's strong lapping tongue, which doesn't forget any of the area around the hole. It soon opens up into more of a chowfest, with the tongue probing way into the hole. Brett seems enraptured by Manuel's truly sublime rimming. With little position change, Manuel fucks Brett. He cock glides into Brett's ass nicely and since Manuel is more of a gut instinct performer than a stylistic one, he just keeps plowing away at Brett's spectacular ass. He is given to full in-and-out thrusts, which are more than fine by Brett. He'll take the cock any way Manuel wants to give it to him. Brett shows off wonderfully by sitting on Manuel, holding onto a chain above and bouncing with fervor. Manuel helps by working upwards, but this is Brett's time to shine. By holding onto the chain, Brett is able to use nearly every muscle in his body and still do wonders riding Manuel. When Manuel fucks Brett missionary, big muscular bald Fred Faurtin ambles in. He lightly touches Brett's leg and that's Manuel's cue to give way to his fucking. Manuel drops his cock into Brett's mouth and kisses Fred as the latter's thick cock invades the territory already opened by Manuel. Fred is a smooth player, looking as if it takes no effort to hammer Brett, and Manuel cums just watching him. Once Manuel is gone, Fred, lacking any competition, opens up and slices much harder into Brett. Brett has his legs wide apart so Fred has nothing in the way of his manly jackrabbit fuck. Brett is then fucked standing up until he cums, the true shining star of this scene. Fred drops his load onto Brett's divine ass.
Eight scenes is a lot. But eight scenes here rush by entirely too quickly. Chris Ward is at his masterful best, and yet also his simplest. The finale three-way is barely that, but in reality just a two-part scene of twosomes. It's further proof of what all the scenes show: instinct carries these men to be so sexual voracious, needing no more props than the ones with which they were born. Some are born with artistic spirit, some with business acumen and some with charm, but the guys in "Instinct" were born with sexual appetites that don't have limits and thankfully, we get to watch them at their best.
DVD features (two-disc set): Chapters; widescreen; trailers ("Manifesto," "Stoked 1" and "Stoked 2"); and playable worldwide (no regional coding).
A DVD Review by Brent Blue ( http://www.ManNet.com )
*** Highly, Highly Recommended ***
Starring Jake Deckard, Dean Monroe, Tamas Esterhazy, Dick Jager, Matthieu Paris, Francois Sagat, Rafael Alencar, Manuel Torres, Fred Faurtin, Matt Cole, Ken Mack, Luc Bonay and Brett Mathews.
Directed by Chris Ward.
A Raging Stallion Studios DVD.
DVD features include Interactive Menus; Chapter Index; Jump to Your Favorite Scenes; DVD-ROM Compatible; No Regional Coding for World Wide Playback. |
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