WARNING!
Performer | Action | Notes | |
George Basten | OgrAb | ||
David Satty | OgrAt | ||
Johnny Hunter (cz) | OgrAt |
With his suave good looks and his sun-kissed blond hair, George Basten always had the natural building blocks for a life in front of the camera. Add to that his insatiable sexual appetite – boy, was he a horny fucker! – and you had what can only be described as perfect porn material. Fortunately for us gay guys, his lust was always for equally cute, boy-next-door types – a fact that director, Vlado Iresch, took full advantage of here by teaming him up with the infamous Johny Hunter and the relatively unknown, David Satty. The three lads are supposed to be organising some kind of fashion show; but from the moment that Basten jumps up onto a pair of stepladders and puts his pert arse at the same height as his mates’ faces, the scene quickly develops into a stupendous suck-and-fuck-fest. Which, not unnaturally, sees Basten take centre-stage. Indeed, Hunter and Satty really can’t get enough of that sweet little ass of their mate’s; and you don’t need to be any kind of expert to understand that the vigorous dick-sucking that marks the opening minutes is but a prelude to seeing Basten being brutally spit-roasted for all he’s worth! Anyone who can hold back from unzipping at the sight of Satty and Hunter switching sides as they pummel their buddy’s rump is arguably not into gay porn at all; and we’ve a sneaking suspicion that the vast majority of fans will have creamed long before Basten gets his face splattered by a tsunami of jizz courtesy of Satty. A classic moment that’s arguably only eclipsed by seeing Satty’s near-desperate oral receipt of Hunter’s sticky climax!