In "Untamed," former porn star Doug Jeffries' directorial debut, he cast Drew Peters as an out-of-control young performer. A few years later, the two have reunited and Peters is "Still Untamed." This time around, though, Drew's boyfriend is Colton Ford, who is unsuccessfully trying to pitch him for a movie to producer Dan Cross in the opening scenes:
"He's making a comeback," Colton promises, assuring the producer he is fit for the shoot.
Cross retorts: "Where'd he go ... Betty Ford?"
Colton doesn't have much luck.
Since the first installment, Drew's character hasn't changed much -- he's still potty-mouthed, impatient, uncooperative. At a bar one evening, he drinks too much and has to be taken home by beau Colton. Once he's sobered up, Drew asks Colton if he has had any luck in getting him work yet. Colton lies and says it's coming along, but then suggests that they could do it by themselves. "You don't know the half of what I can do," coos Drew. Colton walks lasciviously into the bedroom with an erection, aimed right at Drew's nasty mouth. Drew opens wide and sucks for life, gagging, chewing, abandoning any restraint in his jaw muscles. Hoisting Colton over in a chair, Drew nibbles joyfully on Colton's hairy and firm butt, at one point getting Colton's hole to wink at him. Colton next has Drew take a seat directly on his face so his own tongue can taste some sweet booty. His hardon escalating, bottom-boy Drew soon takes a seat on Colton's dick. At first he does most of the work, bouncing up and down, and then he sits still and lets the muscled Colton work his cock in him. They move to a bed, where Colton slams into Drew again. They fuck for a considerably long time, before Drew cums while penetrated and Colton shoots a load on Drewboy's chest. This is one of those perfect combinations where an ideal top meets an ideal bottom.
No sooner has Colton packed up and headed back to his job at the bar, Drew is up and fantasizing again. Watching a military fuck film, he envisions himself in a theater full of horny military men. The theater slowly fills up with seven men watching the screen and each other -- most of whom have been seen in Dirk Yates' [ http://DirkYates.com ] military flicks. Marty Slater can't keep his eyes off John Smith, and eventually walks over and reaches his hands into John's lap, pulling out his dick. A few feet away, Paul Marsalla, a gorgeous creature, plants his lips on the cock of blond Scott Jeffries. Paul is a cocksucker extraordinaire, licking the penis head and lovingly darting his tongue all over the shaft. These two men eventually kiss, before Lance Landers decides to join in. On his knees, Scott manages to worship the other two erections, before he and Paul position Lance, ass-out, over a seat. In the best sequence, they kiss for a while and then mutually rim Lance's juicy bum. Scott even gets a finger in while Paul moves to the front and slurps more of Lance's hose. For a while, it looks like Landers might get his fanny fucked, but instead Paul sticks his dick inside Scott, who takes Lance's cock in his mouth at the same time. Back on the other side, Marty and John have shucked their clothes and Marty is giving John a savage, sweaty poking, complete with heavy moaning. These two groups play side by side until the bottoms climax and the tops pop their loads on them. Drew, who until now has not participated, turns around and lets Walt Waters, who has also been idle, jack and shoot his jism all over Drew's angelic face. It's a great capper to a scorching scene.
Once at the bar, Colton leaves again to take care of Drew back home, leaving bar employee Jack Ryan to flirt with stripper Paul Johnson. Meanwhile, a foursome of Latin boys -- Tino Lopez, Danny Lopez, Victor Rios and Alex -- watch Jack in action. Jack puts money in Paul's G-string, before he plops Paul's cock out and steers it toward his face. As he orally services Paul, he massages the stripper's tight hole. As the four hotties look on excitedly, they manage to strip Danny and let him take turns fellating their dicks. Meanwhile, after Paul has gagged on Jack's large endowment, he surprisingly positions Jack against a chain-link fence, lifts his lanky legs, and pokes him. Even more satisfyingly, though, they soon change positions. With Paul facing the fence, the versatile Jack pounds him. Paul seems more comfortable on the bottom, twitching in pleasure, moving his head back so that he and Jack can kiss. Jack keeps plugging his butt, while Danny and Tino lick their lips as Rios and Alex lick their asses. It's Danny who gets his butt used by the others, and he takes all three of them in his cavern with little effort.
Shortly after, Colton has managed to land Drew a gig, only to panic on the set when he realizes that Peters -- shown driving off in a Jeep with another man -- has stood him up. Some things never change.
The cast and the clever scenarios make "Still Untamed" a hot little flick. What really makes it special, though, is Doug Jeffries. As he did with the original, he proves to be as talented behind the camera as he is in front of it. His scenes are well-choreographed, the non-sex bits are zippy, and he has an unusually rich visual flair.
I can only hope that Jeffries has "Even More Untamed" in the works.
A Video Review by Max Southern
While the set-up is a bit corny, the sex is anything but. Drew Peters plays the blond boy toy with an attitude in this follow-up to All Worlds' Untamed. In what might be one of his last videos, Colton Ford is his masculine, daddy-esque boyfriend - will he be able to tame Drew (the way in real life he tamed love Blake Harper - or did Harper tame him)? Do you care? You won't be worrying about much more than your own stiff rod as you take in the sights in All Worlds' Still Untamed.
The story begins in a bar where Ford works. He finds that Peters has once again been partying a bit too much. Throwing the blond over his impeccably muscled shoulder, Ford leaves for home, where the fun begins. Apparently having slept off his drunk, Peters awakes to find his benefactor standing above him, freshly showered and semierect. Wasting no time, Peters takes Ford's hefty appendage into his mouth and offers some head. After sucking for a bit, Peters pushes Ford onto a chair where he eats some hairy hole. It is at this point that we realize that Ford isn't the only one in the room to be exceptionally endowed. Peters' own cock is rock hard and bouncing up and down as he begins to get verbal. While licking hole, Peters commands, "Let me see you wink that asshole!" and a string of other dirty sentiments to his love while stabbing said hole with his hard tongue. Both men really seem to get into the dirty talk as they switch positions, with Ford tongue-fucking his blond little boy.
Eventually, Peters sits atop Ford's hard appendage and goes for a ride. Even as they switch positions, Peters stays rock hard, which is quite hot. It must be said that Ford certainly knows how to throw a fuck. It should also be mentioned that the intensity of the sounds (dirty talk, screams, moans, etc.) doesn't dissipate until both men have shot copious loads. Ford eats his own cum and then kisses his boy with ultimate passion. The contrast of Ford's furry muscles against Peters' smooth blondness won't be lost on many viewers. A very hot scene like this sure is a great way to open a good fuck flick.
The second sex scene is a fantasy of Peters' that finds him waking up naked in a porno theater. Music and special effects give this vignette a dreamlike quality. This scene is an orgy of sorts and features the delicious Lance Landers as well as some other military types who seem to have been borrowed from Dirk Yates' private collection. While a lot less verbal than the first scene, this one is hot nonetheless. Even though it is his fantasy, Peters faces the front of the theater while the action seems to all take place behind him. No worries, though - these guys all know what they are doing - the action begins with two different couplings, but as things progress, the minigroups branch off and make way for some sexy combinations. These guys also shoot some great loads of jizz. The scene ends with Peters (who has been nonparticipatory) taking a hot load all over his face from another horny bystander.
Back to the bar, where Paul Johnson is dancing in a jock strap. Another of the bartenders, the always-awesome Jack Ryan, apparently realizes that there is no audience and begins to seduce the dancer. As they play they make eyes with Tino Lopez, who they realize is watching from above. The seduction element of the scene is very sexy. A Latin lovefest occurs as the plot thickens with three other employees appearing upstairs to have their own encounter simultaneous to the two guys onstage.
This upstairs grouping (the Lopez boys, Tino and Danny, Victor Rios and mononamed Alex) is definitely the one that will impair your rewind button. As they watch the action slowly unfold onstage, they slowly begin to undress and seduce one another with lots of kissing and rubbing. They all fondle Tino Lopez's gorgeous creamy ass until he falls to his knees to service his three fine coworker's dark, uncut schlongs. As the action heats, up it is important to note that jockstraps play a part in both scenarios. It is always hot to see a delicious asshole being rimmed while in a jock - neither scenario disappoints in that department. Eventually, Tino Lopez gets fucked and fucked, as we knew he would. His brethren take turns stuffing his little hole with their Latin pingas.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch - er, onstage - Johnson continues to wear his black jock while throwing a power fuck. However, the tables quickly turn as the butch men flip-flop and Ryan slides his tumescent tally whacker into Johnson's eager butt. In the end (he he), all six guys cum, and it is safe to assume that a good time was had by all. The jockstraps and fence links give these scenes an air of danger that directly belies the sensually seductive aspects. There is something for everyone in this smorgasbord of fun.
There is a final little nonsexual scene that ties up the plot - suffice it to say that some boys apparently just can't be tamed - luckily for us.
- Scott Templeton