Like the first flick in this (hopefully) ongoing series, "Cruisemaster Road Trip: Number 2" brings an added sense to the viewing experience -- you can almost smell the musky vapors of sex emanating from the bodies of these hot men during the uncannily accurate cruising which takes place before the cocks come out. Director Keith Griffith must have had enormous experience in this always thrilling, sometimes dangerous, way of life, because it reeks all over ever inch of tape in this flick as well.
The concept is simple. Three scenes in different places -- a picnic area off a highway in Texas, a luxury hotel in Dallas, the Ramble in New York City's Central Park. Each scene is populated by completely different types of men, all of them attractive, all of them absolute pigs.
"Pigs at the Picnic" starts off perfectly -- Tigger, a blond, late-20s clone of porn star Eric York and "Six Feet Under" star Michael C. Hall, cruises a pick-up truck in which the studly Latino jock J. Rios is pulling his pud in the front seat. Tigger starts working his jeans-clad crotch and disappears into the woods, where Rios joins him for a wild bout of kissing, licking, grunting and groping before Tigger drops to his knees. Here he demonstrates exceptional cocksucking talent, bringing a plump prick to pure strength with loving deep-throating, as he and Rios struggle to undress each other. With the sides of his head shaved, and adorned with an assortment of piercings and tats, Tigger makes for a formidable presence, but he is a gentle lover, and carries a mean stick between his legs. Rios shows that he is ready to compete in the cocksucking contest with a splendid oral performance, and the sounds of two men rutting in the woods are muted, but sensuous -- as the camera hones in on two other guys already well advanced into their encounter. They are Angel, a burly Latino truck fucker, and Pierce Steele, a tattoo-covered rough guy who offers his hot, tight ass to anyone who wants it -- and Angel has already buried his cock in there. In the near distance, a beautiful Latino pup (David Crude) shows up, and before you know it, these two daddies are having a post-twink feast, Pierce eating David's cock as Angel devours the kid's mouth before allowing Pierce to eat David's ass out. Meanwhile, Rios puts aside his hot rimming of Tigger and the two put on their jeans and shirts and move into the three-way to make it a quintet. All hell breaks loose here, highlighted by everyone taking turns up Pierce's wazoo. In between, Rios and David get it on with each other, as Rios bends the kid over and fucks him doggy-style while in the background Tigger and Angel have turned Pierce into their own private hammock, fucking him missionary in mid-air. Pierce serves as a receptacle of cum from all four at the end of a scene all of us have experienced, one way or another, in life or in our dreams.
In "Phone Sex," we go to a hotel in Dallas, where we meet naked Jim Slade, surely by now considered to be one of the fastest rising butch bottoms in the porn industry, a superbly chiseled, extremely handsome military type who seems to want only one thing in life: Big Cock. He's made phone contact with call boy (well, man) Peter Hughes, whose ego seems to be the only thing that can match the size of his cock. "I'm looking for somebody with a really big fucking dick who can come over here and pound my ass -- is that you?" Jim asks into the phone, adding what is definitely the line of the year: "You don't have one of those 8-inch AOL cocks, do you?" It's all uphill after that. Peter arrives -- a suave looking mid-30s gigolo with black hair and eyes, and, as Jim wants to find out immediately if he has a big fucking dick. "Well, it's a start," he says as he takes it into his mouth. "A start, huh?" whispers Peter, watching this hunk engulf his cock, "Wait till you see how it ends." This is an all-Jim Slade floor-to-wall marathon of oral and anal skills -- Peter never reciprocates, but you will not mind at all. Jim eats Peter's cock in every conceivable position and in every inch of the room -- even pulling him out on the balcony to give him a blowjob in broad daylight overlooking a parking lot leading to downtown Dallas. This really gets Peter involved -- he pulls Jim up for a deep series of kisses then drops to his knees to eat Jim's ass before taking him to the bed for some finger-fucking. The two pull back the covers and Jim continues to feast on Peter's pud until he can't wait anymore, positioning his willing hole over that huge cock and sliding down on it for a sit-fuck. The ensuing fuck -- which proceeds to doggy and finishes off missionary -- is sensational, with the soundtrack filled with moans and whimpers, especially Jim's, who moans and cries like a teenager being deflowered. It's extremely hot -- and it appears as though Peter cums in his condom while still in Jim's hole, as they collapse into each other and kiss. But there's more -- Peter gets up and cums all over Jim again, and then Jim covers Peter's body with goo. This encounter, based on pure sex, ends romantically, and is truly one of the most amazing depictions of this kind of sexual set-up you will ever see.
The last scene features two mid-30s hunks, Enrico Vega and Brandon Williams, chasing down a slim, somewhat scraggly mid-20s pup named Travis Rocket in Central Park's Ramble area. Not being able to claim him, both older guys decide they'll go back to Travis' apartment. This is an extremely deceptive trio at first -- the pale, black-haired Travis (little wisp of a Van Dyke below his lip) looks like he could be a senior economics student at NYU; Enrico, with his backwards baseball cap and tank-top, is the stereotypical Nuyorican stud man, and like Brandon, a studly bear of a man, looks like he has just finished a softball game in the park. They are determined to finish off Travis, but this guy has stamina -- and a cock that will startle you in its length and thickness for a skinny guy like him. In fact, his cock is what makes the scene work so well -- both Brandon and Enrico are so enamored with it that even when they are fucking his tight little ass, they can't get enough of this rock-hard salami. There is so much sex (and great sounds) going on in what is basically a 10x10 foot room that it is beyond my talent (and space limitations) to list the positions and who does what to whom. Leave it this way: even after being back-to-stomach on top of Brandon with that hairy beast's cock up his ass, and then taking Enrico's cock missionary-style at the very same time, Travis still drives his older mates wild -- they slobber, suck, and kiss him (and each other) all over the room, turning what might have been a perfunctory fuck into one that you really wish would never end.
I loved this fucking movie -- especially on second viewing. Bring on the next trip, Mr. Griffith, and let me know where you are going. I want to be the spy in the tree, on the balcony, or in the closet, when you bring your next bunch together.
A Video Review by Bo Champio