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Director: Cristian Ferrero
C-A-S-T
Rocky a.k.a. Rocky Oliveira
Luka Martins
Adriel
Daniel Razek
Rik
Eros Paiva
Alan Frota
Mendes
Watching Brazilian director Cristian Ferrero's "Work Hard to Get Hard: The Real Workout" just makes me wish I hadn't let my gym membership lapse. Don't get me wrong, the Latin American hombres here don't look anything like the schmos that pound the treadmill at my club. But I know well the thrill of locker room fucking done on the sly, which is exactly what this film puts me in mind of.
The action has a no-nonsense beginning when one dark-skinned dude is interrupted by another while doing his bicep curls. They're lit only by the gym's fluorescents, but still manage to look great. And without a thumping soundtrack to muddy the natural sounds, you can hear steel weights clinking in the background, all of which adds another level of excitement to the sex. Are they hooking up while other guys are still in the gym? These two kiss like longtime lovers while they slowly strip out of their workout clothes. Here, as in successive encounters, the viewer is skillfully seduced into following the top man's every move. The top has a sexy military buzz-cut which leaves a thick runway strip of hair down the middle of his scalp. The bottom boy is almost secondary, and after a bit of nipple lovin', he drops to his knees and peels off the last barrier to the other's cock -- black Lycra shorts. The blowjob that he gives is loud and lip-smacking, but his buddy's cock is well-lubed with spit before the fucking gets started. The bottom has plenty of gym equipment to grab onto while getting plowed and the pair ends up adding a new layer of funk onto the already tattered free weight bench. The fucking is aggressive and sloppy with plenty of camera shots grabbed from directly underneath the action.
The most spectacular hook-up takes place in the same cavernous weight room. Strange, but these two beauties keep their dark sunglasses on, even when everything else they were wearing has long since been tossed aside. The more aggressive Brazilian stud has magnificently meaty pecs, no doubt due to the chest flies he was doing just moments before. Decidedly dropping his weights, he saunters over to the only other guy in the room and wraps his pumped arms around him. He lets his pecs be worshipped while a flurry of love chatter in a smoky South American tongue pours out. He's gorgeous to look at, but not really interested in reciprocating pleasure he's getting, other than offering a little digital stimulation to his buddy before he dives deep into his ass. It doesn't seem to matter much because he's the obvious focal point of what's going on. As he pumps from behind, it's easy to forget about the bottom when you're watching his muscular asscheeks working. They fuck in a number of positions, but the mysterious eyewear kept me guessing right up until the moment the top explodes.
Much like the fashion interlude in director George Cukor's classic film "The Women" (1939), we're treated to a film collage of Brazilian muscle getting pumped before the next bit of nasty sex. The third pair is probably the least interesting - both guys have builds that are comparatively average. Their approach is also a bit more tentative, nothing at all like the ballsy come-ons we've seen so far. With only a red bandanna to keep his long hair in place, the smaller guy kisses and licks his way down to the other's crotch. What he finds is an appealing, but average prick. He lets himself be face-fucked before he turns away from the top and offers up his hole. He comes to orgasm fairly quickly, splashing himself and the filthy mats with spunk. However it's quite awhile before the top turns him loose, determined to use his ass until he too gets off.
The final duo comes together in much the same way as the others. The bottom is a large stocky Latino, wearing tight, skimpy gym shorts that would get you banned from most clubs I've worked out in. As he works out with a punching bag, his movements are more sluggish than those of his sparring mate, making him seem older, out of shape. It's difficult to gauge his age because again, the dark sunglasses aren't revealing much. But more than the preliminaries, I enjoyed watching these two kiss, coo, and get naked, especially since I could distinctly hear other gym patrons doing their workout routines off in the distance. This was the first top to really blur the power lines a bit, sporadically sucking the bottom's cock after first being serviced. And better than the eventual fucking, I enjoyed their sweat-slick frottage. They slip and slide on the floor mats while the punching bag makes lazy circles above their bodies. Using two positions, the anal sex got a little static towards the encounter's end, but they still gave one hell of a show to the other unseen studs off-camera.
DVD features: Chapters; gallery; trailers; and no regional coding (playable worldwide).
A DVD Review by Rick Forrent