In the opening dialogue of "Manhattan Heat," Erik Grant surmises that in a heat spell such as the one he is experiencing in NYC, sexual activity goes up. Way up. Clothes are less, and apparently so are inhibitions.
Erik's pal, the outrageously gorgeous Wilfried Knight, doesn't quite see things his way, but after the latter darts through two sex scenes late in the movie, there can be no doubt that something keeps his pilot light going. Does heat inspire these guys? I don't know, but place a camera, lube and some condoms in front of them and they will give you one terrific fuck flick.
Goateed tattooed Erik Grant works at home, and in the nude when it's this hot. As he's working, Fredrick Ford, about the sexiest guy ever to wear a delivery uniform, has a package delivery for Erik. Working the uniform to the utmost, this suave charmer asks for a glass of water and stays until the final cum-shot. No-nonsense Erik dives right for his crotch and the two start kissing in the foyer. Erik is first to go down on Fredrick's giant boner as Fredrick uses the film's first set of truly perfect abs to ease a face-fuck into his sucker. Not lazing in the heat, Fredrick chomps down for a big blowjob of Erik's impressive perfectly straight pole and then the duo 69s, though Erik seems so impressed with Fredrick's work that he often can't reciprocate. Fredrick speedily turns Erik upside down and tongue-fucks his hole as Erik tries to reach his own cock with his tongue. Fredrick may have played with Erik's ass, but Fredrick's is so delectable that Erik has to fuck it. Fredrick starts with a huge ride, bouncing high in the air with the whole cock tucked in his ass. Once the fuck is comfortable, Erik suddenly lights up and becomes every bit the voracious Fredrick's equal with a most active fuck. He sprints at him doggy with a pulsing pace that doesn't end until Fredrick does. Erik's wowing shot blasts Fredrick's face all the way from the other side of the bed.
In a luxurious high rise, a slumbering Michael Lucas has a giant hardon that naked absolutely adorable Gabriel Sinclair can't resist sucking. This chiseled hottie (perfect set of abs No. 2) starts things off with a forceful blowing and does even better with Michael feeding it to him. Michael makes it a 69, still thrusting at hardworking Gabriel even sideways, which Gabriel takes without complaint. Michael then sits on Gabriel's face to get rimmed and blown, but the camera is too far away to show us anything up close. However, it does capture Gabriel's edible hairy-only-at-the-hole ass, which Michael licks and fingers with glee. Michael then crouches over Gabriel and sends a power-fuck into him. Gabriel takes this quietly as well, and it's a shame he seems bashful, always tilting his handsome face from the camera. Michael is his usual glamorously indelicate topping self, literally fucking the cum out of Gabriel and then taking a nice easy time to finish off himself as Gabriel licks at his balls.
With a butt bursting out of his jeans and sexy tattoos all over his body, Asoka comes to fix reedy brunet Matt Hyland's air conditioner. In perfect condition himself (yup, set No. 3), Matt dashes off to the shower, coming back to a working A/C unit in nothing but a towel. The terry is soon shirked in favor of Asoka's lips and the deliciously butch sucker starts teasingly slow. Once on the bed, he turns into an animal, slipping underneath Matt to rim the bejeepers out of him, prying the cheeks wide and dive-bombing in with his tongue. They then 69 and Matt has to fight hard to gulp Asoka's thick uncut cock. Asoka ungently slides his fingers in and out of Matt's ass, a ring and watch almost ending up with a new owner. Asoka then sucks Matt's toes ravenously before continuing his fiery non-stop rimming. Asoka's growling nature shows no signs of let-up when he fucks Matt, but he surprise here is Matt, suddenly equaling Asoka in energy and sprinting up and down the full length of the dick. He tries his best to wrangle the scene from Asoka, but the piggish energy of the latter keeps them both performing to the utmost. They continue beautifully in the riding position through Matt's cum-shot and then Asoka ends.
Wilfried, his shirt clinging to his rugged hairy body, just under his amazingly sexy bearded face, is walking around the streets of Chelsea arguing about the heat's effect on people when Erik proves it to him, bumping into Michael and J. eating outside. The four quickly head home for a lovely quartet. Things start out with Erik blowing Michael, working his cock nicely with his hand and mouth, while Wilfried nuzzles and licks J., who doesn't have to do a thing with Wilfried around. J., another delectable number with a strapping smooth body and very handsome dark good looks, is soon sucking Wilfried, but Wilfried is having none of that. It seems he has a plan to be sexy no matter what, and does so without being the most hardcore man in the room. Watch him lick around the back of J.'s neck and try not to sit up straight. He then slips off J.'s pants so he can lovingly lick his ass. This potent but unbearably sweet rimjob is the most personal and intimate of the whole story. After J. has finished sucking off Wilfried, Michael takes Wilfried's unbeatable mouth for his cock while J. goes to blow Erik. Wilfried and J. go back and forth on the other cocks, with Wilfried's head-snapping blowjob on Erik the easy highlight. Wilfried has the honors of squeezing the first fuck into J., taking off like a shot and watch his body. It's tight with muscular contraction as he concentrates all of his considerable energy to his hips. He gives J. as superb a fuck as possible on a leather sofa. Michael tags Wilfried and fucks J. himself, writhing accordingly and even sharing sucking chores with J. Once Erik has a condom, it's his turn to invade J. Erik flies into the fuck, still with the same drive he displayed at the end of his previous scene, lucky J. sucking Wilfried as he's being plowed. Michael goes back to J. as Erik gets Wilfried. Wilfried loudly pops with Erik fucking him, followed by Erik sprinkling on Wilfried, J. cumming being fucked, leaving Michael to finalize the scene.
Wilfried lives across the hall from Arpad Miklos, who has to work in a tie on this hot day, not to mention a shirt that barely contains his mammoth hairy body. Since his air conditioning is broken, Wilfried invites him in for a cold beer. Though Arpad is happily married, Wilfried attempts to charm the clothes right off him, just flashing his crooked smile and lifting a beer to his mouth, exposing his muscular arms. Arpad is initially resistant, but there's little chance that state of affairs will remain intact. Once Wilfried pounces with a kiss, it's all over. Wilfried does the take-charge sensual act again, licking all over Arpad and putting him totally at ease (and under his control). Watching the two hairy-faced super studs make out is already a highlight to a scene that has yet to see full nudity. Wilfried goes down on Arpad's thick cock, sliding down it with a juicy wet blowjob. His mouth-hand workout is the best we've seen yet. Even better, he delivers a sensational blowjob with his smile intact. Arpad's hairy ass is the lucky recipient of a forceful spit-filled rimming. Very cleverly so far, Wilfried has let Arpad relax and let the workmanship cascade all over him, showing off wonderfully. That ends with Arpad stretching the veins in his neck to deep-throat Wilfried with a loud exciting suck. He chugs cock breathlessly. Arpad then just as vocally eats Wilfried's ass, both of them pulling it wide so Arpad can get first a tongue and then a finger inside. Arpad has now turned into the maniac of the scene, but when he snaps on a condom, watch out! He SLAMS into Wilfried, his powerful thighs grinding deep into Wilfried as the behemoth beauties blast off sexually. Watch Arpad's shoulder or his biceps, or really any part of him, as he slaps at Wilfried unceasingly until Wilfried cums. With both doused in sweat, Wilfried gets on all-fours so Arpad can unload a shockingly large shot all over his back.
With a music score by Boy George and to-the-point sex that is crisp, "Manhattan Heat" features powerhouses like Fredrick Ford, Asoka, Arpad Miklos and especially the divine Wilfried Knight to keep the sexual force as high as the mercury in the title. But their considerable gifts couldn't be displayed so winningly without talented partners, particularly in the finale.
Erik Grant is right: sexual activity rises with the heat, but something tells me most of these men would be just as dependable on a cold winter night.
DVD features (two-disc set): Chapters; a cum-shot compilation; cast biographies; trailers ("Fire Island Cruising 6" and "Lost"); galleries; behind-the-scenes featurette; interviews; and no regional coding (playable worldwide).
A DVD Review by Brent Blue