Thirty-five hot snappers, all lined up and ready to go. Who could ask for more? Even though the footage that comprises this tape is as old as some of my underwear, the guys are scrumptious, giving us all that they've got. The last tape from the Body Shoppe is currently propping up a wobbly table, but this one may reside a little closer to the VCR.
The best part here is the timing. It's quick-like-a-bunny and reminds me of the video preview trailers that conclude some tapes (which I love). If the '"guy du jour" doesn't do anything for you, stick around; it'll be some other stud muffin in a minute. This goes on for nearly 2 hours.
For the most part the guys enter the set, strip naked (if they aren't already) and jack off for us. They perform solo most of the time, though there are a few exceptions. Here's a little thumbnail sketch:
Scene one: Hot blonde, clearly from 1992. Scene 2: Beautiful, big-dicked Brazilian named Flavio. Scene 3: Kevin Bacon look-alike with a very nice bottom. Scene 4: Credited as 1992, but may be a typo? Looks more like 1972. It's very brief, so what the hell. Scene 5: Nice little butt, though he seems terrified of "Uncle Don." Scene 7: A pair of straight college boys (?) play with each other. "You're the first guy to ever do this to me," one informs the other just prior to getting fucked. Yeah, OK. Scene 8: Cute little shit seduces a Marine. The pups are just fine here, but the scene is way, way too long and poorly organized. Not in keeping with the rest of the feature. Still, the little blonde's legs go up in the air quicker than you can say "Hey, nice ass!" They fuck on the floor, amidst a sea of empty beer cans.
Anyway, you get the idea: Lots of quick-quantity-boy-butt without any story at all. The video degenerates a bit as it progresses. Soon the audio is overcome with an Odor Eaters commercial on some background radio, followed by a dog barking somewhere (in the same room), a car alarm droning on for an eternity and general noise of every type. Turn the volume off completely. This way you won't hear Uncle Don talking to the pups just as they are cumming (sort of spoils the moment, Don). Mr. Party-pants goes on to grope the butts and peckers of the actors when he can, but I suppose that every job should have some perks. There's also horrific focus problems in a few scenes, suggesting that the cameraman might have been waxed during the taping sessions. But just remember that this is amateur and watch accordingly.
- Burny Edmonds