WARNING!
On a quiet Fraternity Row street in Durham, N.C., hairy frat bros Danny Hunter and David are watching the big game when David pops the big question: “I hear you have a big dick…is that true?” Initially surprised, Danny is soon happy to oblige and show off his monster as the two stroke and slurp each other—including some self-sucking by the limber Danny.
A slumbering Luke is spotted by professor Joe Sarge, who can’t contain his urges as he starts to grope and suck his unknowing target. Spotting the action are frat buds Aaron Heights and Paul Young, who whip out their meat and watch before feeding the professor’s face. Sarge then strokes off Luke, who wakes up with a smile as he blows his big load.
Coach Josh Kole stumbles on the scene and orders Aaron to drop down. The two start an amazing oral exchange, enjoying each other’s huge cocks as some glorious shots captures the action. They’re being watched by Damian, Alex Berlin and Pavel, who start to stroke before keg man Tag Adams arrives and offers his mouth and ass to the trio. The professor then starts to stoke with Paul, while the coach judges a squirting contest between hung Damian, Aaron and Pavel, whose huge loads douse the table.
"Joe Gage Sex Files: Vol. #3: Frat Party Kegger" chimerically takes place in Durham, North Carolina at the Alpha Delta Gamma house. Premise: Horny-ass fraternity brothers and plebes throw a beer party with a coach, a professor and a beer-and-skittles deliveryman. Outcome: More cum is spewed than brewskie.
Some of the things that I've always liked about director Joe Gage is the authenticity of the performers and the settings of his productions. And, true to form, this one is cast and stage set to perfection. With teasing reality TV shows like MTV's "Fraternity Life," it's a kick to see Mr. Gage take the shenanigans once step further, cinema verité-style. You know, MTV always edits (or blurs) out the on-campus sexual antics, but here we get to see the mischievous lead-up and the sexual follow-through of what probably happens in the Greek life culture on campus more often than not.
David and Danny Hunter, frat brothers, watch some football on TV. David is a compact cutie with dark hair, furry chest and a stout cock. Danny is a slack-jawed brunet with a monster cock. After some chitchat about prospective pledges, Danny is urged to pull his enormous pecker out for David's inspection (David says that Damian, a pledge, told him it was a biggie). Danny soon obliges (Damian was right, much to David's delight), and David smiles at the big bone as he pulls on his own meat through the fly in his baggy boxers. Not only is Danny's dick huge, but he also has some gigantic low-hanging balls. David eventually musters up the courage to stroke Danny, and Mr. Big Dick on Campus promptly returns the favor, David's pretty little dick spewing gobs of pre-cum as Danny's long fingers tickle the head. The you-jerk-me-I'll-jerk-you action continues until David can no longer resist and kneels before Danny to inhale as much of the massive dong as is humanly possible. Danny then deep-throats David with hearty gulps before doubling over to suck his own dick in a daring feat of auto-fellatio as David helps him along. He's hung and flexible. David then cums on Danny's inner thigh and the sofa cushion, and Danny follows with a major spray that streams up his hairy torso. Danny has a remarkable cock, that's for sure, and David is happy that Danny was willing to share it with a fellow Greek.
Luke, a butch brunet with thick eyebrows, takes a nap on the sofa as the football game blares in the background. A professor, the muscular daddy Joe Sarge, saunters in and immediately dives into Luke's pants-covered crotch. He slowly but eagerly removes the cargo pants and boxers to reveal an erect uncut penis with a flared mushroom head. It's a beauty. He gently strokes the cock before taking it in his mouth for a suck. Just as he's getting down to business, though, in walks Aaron Heights, a tall drink of water, who watches intently as Joe continues to swallow bone. Twinkish Paul Young enters the room next, and, like Aaron, pulls out his meat and begins to stroke as the professor continues to conduct his PhD-level course on how to REALLY suck cock. But he doesn't allow Aaron and Paul to audit the course -- he enthusiastically sucks their dicks as well. Joe has to be one of the world's greatest cocksuckers. He soon turns his attention back to the sleeping Luke. Luke's climax, brought on by Joe's fervent sucking and expert hand motions, is caught in slow-motion, the cum spurting out of the swollen dick like lava out of a volcano. Luke, now awake, flashes a gap-toothed grin of appreciation as Joe continues to pump the cum out of his dick.
Josh Kole, the coach, walks in, sees what's going on, and demands head from Aaron Heights. Josh is tall, tan, muscular and very hung. He trades blows with Aaron as plebes file in. Damian, Alex Berlin and Pavel watch as Josh and Aaron devour each other. The three pledges are all slim and cute. The beer deliveryman, Tag Adams, arrives, sets the keg down, pulls the cork out, and realizes he's in for a good time as he turns around to see that the pledges have also uncorked their dicks. Tag, with help from Joe, sucks all three of the glistening erections. Tag is a compact and muscular marvel with a tight six-pack, cute little butt and seemingly insatiable appetite for dick. Tag, standing-doggy, is then fucked by Alex, Pavel and Damian as Josh and Aaron continue their cocksucking frenzy across room. These young bucks fuck Tag with fury, no niceties, thank you very much. Tag, Joe and Alex then pop out nice loads. Later, standing shoulder-to-shoulder in front of a big mahogany desk, Aaron, Pavel and Damian jerk their dicks off for Josh -- spraying gobs of spunk all over the desk, ruining the lemon Pledge shine. Josh, staring at the spent cocks in front of him in amazement, squirts last.
DVD features: Dolby digital sound; full-motion chapter index; a cum-shots sub-menu (all the cum-shot footage is indexed for immediate viewing); previews ("Manhattan Sex Party 2," "Giant: Part One," "The List" and "White Trash"); and no regional coding (playable worldwide).
A VHS + DVD Review by Butch Harris
The third volume of the Joe Gage Sex Files takes place in a fraternity house in Durham, North Carolina, and it is by the far the best entry of the series so far. As with the earlier offerings, this third one is a brilliantly calculated production disguised as cinema verite. The naturally evolving sexplay seems impromptu, and the filming of it feels almost accidental -- until the viewer realizes that the apparently spontaneous action is shrewdly choreographed, that it is being covered by two (and at times, three) cameras and that most of the frat boys are veteran performers going at it (in what looks to be real time) under the sure hand of a master director.
Set in the handsomely appointed television room of the Alpha Gamma Delta house, the action unfolds casually as one and another of the brothers wander in to watch the football game and soon turn their attention to sport of a more intimate nature. (Perhaps director Gage's most effective touch is in utilizing not a traditional musical score but the game commentary as the only background sound throughout the film.) If you buy into reality TV, then you're gonna believe every second of this exercise in reality porn.
First up are a hairy mesomorph named Jeff (the mononamed David) and a lanky ash blond named Buddy (Danny Hunter). As they exchange small talk about the upcoming keg party, the sexual electricity between them is almost excruciating. Finally, Jeff takes the plunge and casually says, "I hear you have a big dick... let me see it." Believable hesitation gradually gives way to gonadal urgency, and soon they are sitting side-by-side on a cozy couch, stealing peeks at each other's dick. (Buddy's formidable cock rises to an impressive tower without being touched!) After both stroke themselves a bit, Jeff finally dares to reach for Buddy's erection, and soon both are manhandling each other's rod. In time, Jeff also provides the first blowjob, but in no time Buddy reciprocates. (He is not nearly as tradey as he seems at first and can swallow Jeff's hard-on whole.)
And then the scene soars to its zenith as Buddy demonstrates his considerable skills in the art of self-suck. In one of the best lensed scenes of auto-fellatio that we've ever seen, he simply bends over to suckle the fleshy plum head of his cock and ingest another inch or so of it before he shares it with Jeff. They take turns sucking Buddy's quivering hard-on, and before long, Jeff has dropped his load all over his pal's balls. In response, Buddy begins to vibrate into a three-spurt fusillade followed by many aftershock dribbles. Self-conscious grins are exchanged, and they hastily head out, ending this white-hot opener.
Almost at once, Shannon, another undergraduate hunk (the crew-cut, mononamed Luke) wanders in, flops on the couch, and watches the game briefly before dozing off. He is sound asleep by the time Professor Josman (Joe Sarge, with a high-top and military bearing) enters. Like a hawk diving for its prey, the older man promptly drops to his knees beside the sleeping booty to caress, grope, and (very cautiously) undress him. The still somnolent Shannon sports a thick, uncut erection, and the professor wastes no time in easing into a gentle handjob that soon segues into a superbly varied blowjob. (One briefly wonders how anyone could sleep through such expert ministrations, but Shannon does moan and gasp intermittently as if he were enjoying the best wet dream of his life.)
About this time, Jeremy, a wide-eyed brunet (Aaron Heights), and Ted, a baby-faced blond (Paul Young), stroll in. Without a word and barely acknowledging each other, they soon begin to stroke their equally stiff cocks and enjoy the show. (Director Gage's use of silence throughout makes for tension one could cut with a knife.) With a conspiratorial grin, the professor continues to flaunt his vast oral skills, thus tempting the two newcomers to move in for some of his servicing. The abundance of collegiate cock is too much for the older man, and soon he is frenetically pounding the still comatose Shannon to the most dazzling money shot of the entire film -- nine (count 'em!) fountains of spooge sail into the air. (Yes, it does wake Shannon up, and the moment is a gem!)
The next to arrive is the Coach (Josh Kole, a gaunt Daddy type), who allows himself to be properly appalled by the shenanigans before sitting and ordering Jeremy into a push-ups position over his lap. It doesn't take long before both their rock-hard erections have been whipped out and they are exchanging equally voracious blowjobs. Kole, however, has the edge; he deep-throats from the first plunge. (Ah, the advantages of age!)
The action escalates as three others of the brotherhood -- Mitch (the stone-faced, mononamed Damian); Jerry (the crew-cut, tattooed Alex Berlin); and Bryan (the dirty blond, mononamed Pavel) -- meander in and stand side-by-side at the bar, mesmerized by what they see. (For those who care about such things, everyone in the entire films wears boxer shorts.) Almost before they have had time to strip down and grab a handful of each other, they are interrupted by a uniformed workman (that hairy, compact hottie, Tag Adams) who arrives to wheel in a keg of beer for the party. The three newcomers (with a little help from the professor) soon surround The Keg Man, pull out their handy condoms and begin to warm up his bubblebutt. (He doesn't seem to mind one whit.)
While the Coach trusses up Jeremy's cock and balls with his whistle-thong, Mitch, Bryan and Jerry takes turns, standing doggie, in The Keg Man's spectacular ass. (Within moments, he is begging them to "Pound that hole -- shove it in there!") In time, the Coach orders Jeremy, Bryan and Mitch to the library table, where he sits and orders them to shoot. ("Who's gonna be first?") Almost in a chain reaction, Jeremy, Bryan, Ted, the professor, Jerry and the Coach deliver equally respectable ejaculations. Bryan ultimately has to give Mitch head to bring him off (though it is well worth waiting for), but it is The Keg Man who takes full honors for the most prolonged, soul-shattering orgasm of the scene. Captured by all three cameras, it seems celestially endless. And then the doorbell rings -- others are arriving, and it is time for the keg party to really begin.
Once again, director Gage has produced a glittering, low-budget jewel that at first seems to be no more than a haphazard documentation of a group of horny amateurs having sex. But there is nothing amateurish or haphazard about Joe Gage Sex Files, Volume #3. It is the gilt-edged effort of a legendary director at full throttle.
- Jerry Douglas