Is fisting supposed to be easy? It sure looks it in "Man Caves," but then again, when the workspace is a cavern, there is lots of room to maneuver.
When the first scene starts, fisting topman Mason Garet, with a bunch of colorful tattoos, has a very willing bottom in Matthew Soul, an absolutely adorable redhead with a small thin beard. Matthew is already crouched on all-fours, so black-gloved Mason, growling softly already, only has to open up what's offered to him. That turns out to be simple enough, as after only a few finger digs, Matthew is clearly ready for a whole hand. Both guys remain cool and comfortable as Mason slides in halfway up to his arm. They even chuckle together at how easy this scene is for them, Matthew able to twist backwards to kiss Mason with a paw neatly tucked into his hole. Mason likes to play tricks with the lube, and it gives some style to the punch, not that the sheer stretch isn't exciting on its own. Matthew stands up to get fisted, taking some very nasty thrusts from both of Mason's hands, and loving it. Matthew seems to have no uncomfortable fisting positions and this long scene remains full of spice because he's so in control, so expert at taking a hand, which it's looks so natural. As for Mason, he usually keeps one hand planted on his plump pierced cock, which shows just how interested he is. Matthew has a spiffy splash while being fisted standing up.
Delicious inked vet Marc LaSalle is on hand for the second scene, so to speak, all but sitting on the handsome face of scruffy handsome Michael Johns, busy exploring Marc's ass. There is no need to pretend Marc needs to be widened for any length of time, so Michael digs right in, using both hands as Marc squats on top of him, not always planting his hands anywhere, which shows gorgeous leg strength. There's more hole than hand here at times, with Michael having no problem grinding upwards into Marc, so much so that Marc can even ride the arm at the same time. These two develop a hearty rhythm, with Marc always aiming to take more and more. When Marc is in a more stable all-fours position, Michael uses both hands (and literally, a vat of lube) to work at a faster pace, having proved that depth is a snap in Marc. Actually, Marc's ass may be over-lubed, as tons of it comes squirting out each time Michael pulls out a hand. When the camera comes close to Marc's ass, the hole refuses to shut. It is really like a cavern in there!
Michael is up for more, and when his partner is Billy Ryder, an insanely hot little brunet number, I can easily understand why. Billy's ass looks fresh off the line, so getting inside it doesn't seem as much a sure thing, giving the scene a bit of suspense. So, Michael pries open the cheeks with his fingers and uses them and his tongue to work around the immediate vicinity, not forgetting to adore the rest of his partner, licking up to his mouth and nipples. Michael manages four unlubed fingers at once, so he realizes it's time for the gloves and the big-time lube. Knowing the suspense already created, Michael keeps it going by keeping his thumb out of the mix for a while, but once he adds that in, the game is really on. It is a really tight fit, but Billy never looks pained. In fact, with the agility he displays in keeping his own legs pinned back, this is clearly not an uncomfortable position for our friendly bottom. Slowly, Michael works his arm in past the glove line and then turns Billy over so he can go at him from a different angle. He meets the same tightness, but he digs in through it. I can't tell you that I prefer to easy acing of an experienced ass like Marc LaSalle's or a newer playground like Billy's, but this scene definitely benefits from both guys pushing harder than they expected to come up with something so sexy. It's a shame it's prematurely cut off after a while.
Scene four finds Mason and Matthew reunited, kissing in front of the red bed they used earlier. This time, there is more foreplay, with both guys going after each other's nipple piercings and Mason taking some welcome time to rim Matthew's tasty butt. Those fluffy cheeks give Mason some good meat. Matthew then chows down on Mason's cock, which looks even bigger than before when put against a mouth, and Mason has screwed on an extra large ring at the tip to make things more fun. Matthew gets to eat Mason's ass too, and he has a rip snorting grand time of it, really going apeshit. So, you might ask, why are we seeing these two gents go at it again? When Matthew sneaks a finger into Mason's ass, the answer becomes obvious: they only got to do half their act previously. After that finger comes a few more, but then they 69 and Mason plugs digits back into Matthew's hole. Twenty fingers and two tongues are looking for a huge amount of space. Matthew finally gets to fist Mason, going for a lot less lube than his fellow tops in this movie, but that doesn't hinder the depth. He slips into Mason's ass with scary ease, Mason merely nodding in assent. This delightfully versatile pair has so much coursing chemistry that even their coos match up. Matthew goes from rag doll to strongman as he gets more comfortable inside Mason's ass, actually a very unyielding top. Once he gets a fist buried, he is awfully playful, sometimes screwing around his arm, sometimes going for a more punchy style, but his roaring bottom is always content. Mason heaves his way to a cum-shot, finally getting to let out the juice building up inside that fat slab.
In the spirit of versatility, the team of Billy and Michael returns for the finale. This time, Michael wears a harness that goes travels down to include his cock and after some kissing, he is flat on his back on the bed and smaller Billy is grinding his hand into Michael's ass. We're back to extreme simplicity here, for Michael is obviously an old, okay, I'll say it, and old hand at this, and Billy's tiny hands can fit into his ass at the same time. Not only that, Michael has such sphincter control that he can push his asshole completely inside-out when Billy's two hands aren't in him. This scene is breezy because there is no need to spend time opening anyone up. Billy has lots of space, and his hands take full advantage. With Michael flipped onto his knees and arms, there is still no problem, and even standing up, it's all graceful and pretty. It's when standing up that Billy can get furthest into Michael, pushing his arm way up near his elbow. Most of all, this scene returns to my original question, asking how fisting can look so easy? Well, you put an experienced bottom with a top willing to push the limits, and it's always going to sizzle. After Michael has cum, an excellent scene could be done, but it has an epilogue. Billy gets to play fisting top not only with Michael, but with Marc LaSalle on the end of his left hand. This youthful sprite makes for a very commanding presence in control of two expert asses. Oh, and his own ass, defined by a red jockstrap, looks so damn tasty! After Billy has skillfully worked the two guys in various positions and gotten Marc to cum, Marc then joins him in fisting Michael. In moments, they have stopped going one at a time so that both of their hands can be inside together. Their intense tag teaming is heavenly and only comes to an end when Michael pops a load.
DVD features: Chapters; trailers ("Arabian Fist," "Twist My Arm" and "Fist and Shout Part 2"); and no regional coding (playable worldwide).
A DVD Review by Brent Blue