Titan Media presents 2 great MSR Video DVDs as a 2 for 1 Double Disc Set!
Shooters
Director Tony Alizzi's "Shooters" dispenses with plot and gets right down to the sex. It's a flick that glorifies masculine men who sweat while fucking, and who aren't generally concerned about niceties when they're grappling with their partners. As a result, a real intensity comes through and this flick falls right in line with what this horny viewer has come to expect from MSR.
Shooters is the kind of nightclub where the most titillating action takes place after the doors are locked ... That is, if you're lucky enough to be one of the invited guests. Kent Larson and Fredrick Ford have the inside scoop on tonight's late-night gathering and scout out goateed Joshua Adams and Marco Paris respectively for their closed-door playtime. With the stench of piss in the air, Kent flirts with Josh. Mere seconds pass before these two are indulging in tearoom sex, while Fredrick is showing off his prick to bar patron Marco up in the DJ booth. Shown in snippets, the action volleys between these pairs.
It's fun to watch Marco and Josh suck off their respective partners and note their distinctive styles. Where Josh sucks with his entire head, using teeth, lips and tongue to taste Kent's smoky groin, Marco likes to show off, demonstrating how much cock he can stuff in his mouth without gagging. Everything the couples do seemed to be mirrored; when Fredrick sucks hole, so does Josh. Kent breaks it off long enough to lock the doors for the night. And as Josh takes a short breather, humpy Marco is spraying Fredrick's upturned cheek with his load, even though it's obvious that Fredrick hates getting a facial. Miss it the first time? Marco's orgasm is replayed from a different angle, displaying Fredrick's unmistakable grimace.
With a firm guarantee that they won't be disturbed, both duos continue where they left off, bathing assholes, cocks and armpits in beer-scented spit. Marco squats comfortably on a large speaker, putting his sphincter in direct line with Fredrick's wiggling tongue. Kent urges Josh to recline, then blows him atop the bar. When the action switches, it's almost shocking to see Fredrick easing his ass down onto a very happy Marco Paris. Some interesting camera angles put the viewer in the position of a secreted voyeur, peeking at the fuck from underneath the sound equipment. I was continually drawn back to the Marco's ecstatic expression, his lips frozen in an "o" as Fredrick began bouncing up and down.
Not that Kent's pretty hole needs the extra flavor, but when he coyly dribbles melon liqueur into the crack of his meaty ass, Josh is in pig heaven. Kent's thighs remain flexed while he gets rimmed, a fine sheen of sweat forming over his lower back. We check back in with Fredrick and Marco, long enough to notice that Fredrick's cock is swollen stiff to the point of bursting. Kent and Josh have switched it up, Josh slowly getting finger-fucked. Fredrick and Marco have blown their loads by the time Kent and Josh anally gear up. The best of it is also filmed from underneath, providing spectacular penetration shots featuring Josh's hairy and Kent's smooth hole. When all is said and done, Josh happily receives his facial, moaning as Kent eats his own cream off his prickly cheek.
With energy to burn, the pairs finally join up on top of the pool table. Back in the bar's office, however, a sexy session between two blond men (Trey Rexx and Park Wiley) is getting underway, Park as a bar back, perhaps the youngest of the men here. With eyes closed, he lovingly sucks Trey's cock, the difference in their ages making for nut-busting inter-generational action. Trey Rexx, here sporting a shorter haircut than usual, has a muscular physical presence that utterly dominates. Not satisfied with a mere blowjob, he crawls up on the desk and exposes his asshole, wordlessly commanding Park to dive in. This coupling is really about muscle worship -- the camera loves Trey Rexx, panning over his freckled, bronzed pecs and bulbous arms, making him the primary focus. Park Wiley, while cute, is a bit noisy, catching the ear of the boss (Mark Kroner). Mark dispatches Trey to the small group gathering by the pool table, horning in on his youngest employee. Trey throws himself right into the mix, watching with wide eyes as Josh becomes the group's bottom. He's used in quick succession by Fredrick followed by Marco. Trey starts to get a hungry look on his face that could mean any number of things. But Josh's inviting hole propels Trey into action as a top. He tosses everyone else aside and masterfully fucks Josh.
Back in the office, Park is enthusiastically trying to make a good impression on his 40-something boss. Mark's red bush, veiny balls and larger-than-average cock are instantly identifiable, even partially hidden in the younger man's mouth. With a firm hand on the back of Park's head, Mark provides tender guidance to his employee. Park squirts a second load on Mark's exposed thigh, then drops to his knees and aggressively begs for a facial. Boss man comes through, although most of Mark's spunk coats Park's thin chest. Overtime is guaranteed.
Back at the pool table, Marco is taking a whack at Josh, audibly encouraged by the other three guys huddling nearby. They switch off in quick succession, Kent Larson being the last in line. While Kent is fucking, his asshole is deliciously exposed as the other men -- kissing, blowing one another, slapping ass and giving high-fives -- miss a golden opportunity to put Kent's tight hole to work for the group. Want to know what heaven's like? Check out Josh's face, positively beaming as all four men tightly circle around and dump their scum on his body. The five-man orgy is the obvious focus of "Shooters" and rightly so.
One of the unexpected plusses was the pairing of a younger man (Park Wiley) with two seasoned performers (Mark Kroner and Trey Rexx). But the younger-older sexplay is only one highlight here, blending in nicely with the authentic heat between the men. When the sex truly ramps up, the ache these men feel to unbutton well-worn jeans is palpable. These guys have as much trouble keeping their hands off their pricks as I did. As this after-hours party gets into full swing, the urge to pile into a flesh heap proves impossible to resist.
A DVD Review by Rick Forrent ( http://www.ManNet.com )
*** Highly Recommended ***
Starring Fredrick Ford, Kent Larson, Mark Kroner, Trey Rexx, Joshua Adams, Marco Paris and Park Wiley.
White Trash
I'll be hornswoggled and whipped until the cows do come home if Tony Alizzi's "White Trash" isn't about the funniest video of the year, and as sexy as it is hilarious. This video is not just called "White Trash." It is white trash. Every frame, every idea, even the tabloid-like box cover, is permeated with the concept. Director Alizzi even has his cast members spew white-trash dirty-talk during the sex scenes. Filmed to take advantage of a land of trailers, written in a gross grandiose style by talented Rick Tugger, this video is absolutely a pinnacle of plotted pornography, although it aims to mock something a whole lot less glamorous. The video opens with shots of a trailer, of wild dogs, of livestock, with cowpoke music, screen doors with missing panels and paint chips all over the place. It also starts with the white trash hero himself, Jerry Springer. The massively rugged handsome Trent Cougar, is trying to watch his show. But, his wife, Earlene, played up and made up as trashy as possible by Rowdy Carson, wants him to go with her to the Karaoke finals. She's sure she's going to win. He'd rather stick to his bad patterned sofa, ripped T-shirt and beer, doing pig noises to chase her out with her friend Sharon Kane, who could play a role like this in her sleep. As the girls go off in their convertible (Sharon has to have Rowdy remove the used beer cans from the seat before she can even sit down), Rowdy tells her son Rod Barry to make sure nephew Bret Wolfe doesn't shove everything in the trailer in his mouth.
Oh, well, too late. He's already got Uncle Trent shoved up there. Trent is a rough-and-tumble player with a hard look and a gorgeous too-big-for-mouth cock. Scruffy brunet Bret is egged on by Trent, dirty-talking up such a storm only the stained couch in the double-wide is cleaner. Bret is rabid, full of the nastiness his face promises. At times, you can barely see him, he's going so fast. As Trent's wife noted, he's an absolute pig, slappin' his nephew's face, spittin' on him and orderin' him to keep suckin'. Bret never tires, gorgin' himself on the cockflesh as instructed. Gettin' nearly all the way down the dick, Bret chokes, and that dee-lights Trent! "I'm going to beat the shit outta ya if you don't suck that dick right!," he blasts. I'm surprised that Trent even notices the top-drawer blowjob he's getting, starin' at the television watchin' Springer as he is. Though Trent is nominally in charge here, it's Bret who owns the scene with an unequalled never-stoppin' jaw. He's rewarded for his trouble with a blast of cum and then a spit of beer from Uncle Trent. "Damn boy, if Earlene had a throat like you, she might just be able to win that contest!," Trent coos.
The girls race off to a gas station and bellow for "Mr. Gas Man," who is none other than the deliciously chiseled Clay Maverick. Earlene flirts accordingly with the worst of gas puns, but the fun of them is that they are done visually at the same time, showing that everyone involved is in on the joke. At the same time, Trent's son, Rod Barry, teases his cousin Bret by taking a piss in front of him and removing some clothing to reveal a tattoo-filled white-trash look (except for his New York Yankees tattoo, Rod couldn't be more ideal casting). Back at the gas station, Earlene thanks "Mr. Chippendale's" before inviting him to the fake sing shindig. Clay politely begs off and catches blond scraggly Anthony Shaw blowing trucker Chad Johnson in the clean bathroom of his gas station (so clean the stains are only a week old and the drawings of pussy are still fresh enough to make out). Clay smushes Anthony's head into blowin' Chad's monstrous cock through a glory hole. Everyone looks the part, Chad in his manly T-shirt and Anthony, who is usually a shining exemplar of clipped perfection, appropriately shaggy here. Anthony can take a whole heap of Chad's cock, and he has a great time lavishin' care on it. Anthony also tends to Clay's gorgeous cock, going back and forth like a pro. Spirited Clay forces him to slurp both dicks down as if he were plying his friend at a two-for-one Keystone beer blast. Chad must be as tasty as a leftover pork rind, because Anthony loves his cock more 'n anythin'. Daddy Chaddy gives Anthony a rest by blowin' him for a little, shot through the glory hole, a Tony Alizzi special. Anthony is a mass of hip-swivels as he takes it from Chad and vents his sex drive on Clay's muscular pecs. Anthony begs to sit on Chad's cock so earnestly you'd think it were the blue-ribbon prize at the state fair. Turns out to be, since Anthony sits on it and rides it like a mechanical bull. The ride is most comfortable, but the highlight is the quiverin' from Anthony's buttcheeks. Chad is, as usual, subdued, allowin' his co-stars to take over the scene. Once he cums on Anthony's ass, Chad gets dressed and announces "I'm outta here." However, Clay isn't done. "C'mon on, boy, git on that shit!," Clay demands of Anthony to suck his cock. Anthony is just as worthy as before with his short jabby blowing, and then Clay impolitely announces he has to take a piss. As Clay further contaminates the infested urinal, he forces Anthony to eat his cleaner ass. Clay finally gets his chance to pork Anthony, and they are a studly combo, the most ingenious pairing since Ritz crackers met up with spray cheese. They are in perfect unison until Anthony cums TWICE being fucked. Where are the stray dogs to lick up a mess like this when you need 'em?
A sloppy pig eats as Rod fixes the jalopy his family so prizes and while twangy country music, courtesy of Gian Franco, strums behind him. With Rod under the car, Bret finally has the chance he's been lookin' for and digs his cousin's prick out of his jeans to blow it. He deep-throats him quickly. Bret is as manic for cock as he was with Rod's father. (As obsessed as Graceland visitors lookin' for Elvis ashtrays.) Mind you, for most of this, Rod stays under the car, but once he emerges, watch out! He's every bit as nasty as his varmint dad. After Bret blows the heck out of Rod, which is shot from magnificent camera angles, Rod wants to take up a game. He tells Bret to go 'round the back of the truck and strip. Throwin' down the flatbed, Rod hoists Bret up and shoves his face into his ass. Bret gorges himself on butt here, probably lookin' for the R.C. Cola bottle hid deep up there somewhere. No, he's a rimmer, born and bred, and he does it better 'n anyone in this video. Rod is just a mass of nastiness as he makes Bret "dig, boy, dig" into his ass. He spreads a hanky down on a bale of hay so that Bret can get at him in a few other positions. "Where'd dey teach you dat?" Rod asks as he slaps Bret's chest and shoulders to goad him into further blowing' and rimmin'. (Probably one of the rides at Dollywood, cousin Rod.) Rod's hairy ass looks tastier than a shaved pork sandwich smothered in Thanksgivin' gravy, and Bret just loves it! Bret makes the mistake of telling Rod "fuck you" at one point, which gets Rod real dern angry. So, he turns the tables on Bret and does just that. Bret is every bit as aggressive a bottom as he was a cocksucker, and Rod hammers away at him. As good as Rod is, Bret is again the scene-stealer. He can take all of the rage Rod has, with the snarlin' and the spittin', too, all with total abandon and wild eagerness. He's even undaunted when Rod squeals like a pig to make Bret feel more like an animal. I regret the lack of close-ups with the anal work, but the pull-backs allow for both participants to act their way through the scene as well as swelter sexily through the fucking. They are as unfailin' in their devotion to their characters as to the sex itself, and everything here works smashingly. They sit side by side for their cum-shots, and Rod has a great one, before Rod bends down to gently kiss Bret. He stops before their lips touch, laughs, and says: "we're not kissin' cousins, we're fucking cousins."
Trent's other sire, Candy, played to pig-tailed spoiled perfection by Frieda Lay Brown, sits down on the couch with her grillin' father and announces she's "old enough to screw who I want to," causing Trent to chase after her for a beatin'. She makes the mistake of announcin' that her mate has also stolen the prize pig while Rod was off screwin' Bret, so Trent, shotgun in hand, takes Rod off to nab the pig thief. Luke Pearson is said robber, and his innocent blond smooth look makes him yet another valuable player in this tale. The pig insists on squealin', which causes Luke to shout at it "you're ruinin' my concentration" from readin' a girlie mag. He sees the angry boys drive up and father and son are hoppin' mad. "This is the last time you'll think of messin' with my daughter or my livestock!" The best way Trent and Rod can think to teach Luke a lesson is to shove Trent's dick into his mouth. Seems that everyone in this dim-witted county has had it. It's the Daisy Duke of this video. Thankfully, this scene never turns into one of those where the guy forced by the others actually likes the sex. What ensues is not a pretty scene, but a rabid forceful one where Trent and Rob peck at Luke like chickens. In fact, the scene spends much more time with the verbal and physical abuse of poor Luke than with the sex itself, and that's just what's called for. However, that doesn't stop Rod from asking Luke if his daddy's dick tastes better than his sister's "nasty pussy."
Trent beats Luke's plump ass with a belt and Rod spits out some classic white-trash dirty-talk as he forces his dick to be a-sucked. Luke is made to give Rod another superb rim. Trent gets to fuck Luke while Rod gets blown. "Don't like it so much, it takes the fun out of it!" Rod bellows. Luke admits he likes it, but that doesn't stop him from pretending he's a solid sack o' potatoes instead of a willing third. Throwing "yee-haws" back and forth, Trent and Rod both get to fuck Luke at various swirling points. Banjos plunking in the score, Trent's fuck is that of a massive giant screwing a mouse, and then they suspend poor Luke in the air so Rod can have another crack at him. Both cum big time on Luke and take back their pig in the end.
As this appropriately dysfunctional family (well, in porn terms, they function quite well) sits and watches TV, Earlene returns with her plastic crown and trophy. Sure, it's no bowling win, but she has become the "Queen of Karaoke." Make sure to stay with the video through the credits to see an extra heap of trash dished out by Rod Barry.
Funnier than hell and doubly as sexy, "White Trash" works on every single level. The music keeps things going at a clip pace, and the editing makes sure to show off the guys since the direction is often more concerned with the plot and the characters. None of this is wrong, mind you. This is a video that someone imagined brilliantly, and then decided to actually follow through on action-wise. It's not filmed in some pretty set in West Hollywood, but rather in and around an actual trailer. Rod Barry, making the most of his blazing second career, leads an absolutely wondrous cast, taking characterization to hysterically dizzy heights here. Only Rowdy Carson manages to have as much fun with the dialogue. However, she doesn't get to do anything sexually. As grand as the story and the follow-through are, the sex is still the thing here. Roundly, it's perfect. Not one performer is less than focused and intense, and not one scene flags for so much as a second.
Now, should anyone be offended at making fun of what Americans affectionately refer to as white trash? If you're white trash yourself, think of this as a celebration of lifestyle rather than a jest. "White Trash" is so much fun and so fucking hot that it ends up glorifying an oft-neglected section of our society.
A Video Review by Brent Blue [ http://www.ManNet.com ]
*** Highly, Highly Recommended ***
Starring Rod Barry, Trent Cougar, Clay Maverick, Bret Wolfe, Anthony Shaw, Luke Pearson and Chad Johnson.
Both features directed by Tony Alizzi.
A Titan Media / MSR Video 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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