WARNING!
Chris Cooke
Jamie Summers (uk)
Distributor | Released | Length |
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Eurocreme DreamBoy |
2004 | 100 |
Description source: promotional material
James Bonk, Britain's studliest spy, is back! International crisis looms as devlilishly cute villain Willy Blondini steals the DNA of an important religious leader. If his ransom demands aren't met, he'll create an army of clones to throw the world in turmoil. Only bonk can help! Bonk and his gorgeously Gallic sidekick suck and fuck their way through Blondini's network of sex dens, finally tracing the heinous blond baddy to a château on the outskirts of Paris. Captured by Blondini, Bonk's last wish is an orgy with his entourage. This could be our hero's last stand... but he has something in his pants that just might save the day!
"SpyBoy 2" continues the tale of British superspy James Bonk, played again to sublime perfection by the luscious sensual beast Chris Cooke. This spoof of 007 movies has a plot every bit outlandish as the films on which it's based: the sperm of the Pope has been somehow stolen for nefarious purposes. Sounds ridiculous? Oh, and "Moonraker" made sense? Anyway, under the direction of Max Lincoln, this turns out to be a delicious confection.
Chris Cooke, as James Bonk, is a reedy muscular brunet with his hair in a bullet shape and eyes so sexy they could easily melt any enemy. His holiday has been cut short by an immediate government need, as explained by Tom Jordan as K. "You know I put Queen and Country before my own personal pleasure," Chris notes, neglecting to disclose which queen he means. So, the Italians and French, part of the international organization "JISM," have called on the Brits to help. When Pope Richard III was visiting France, a sample of his semen was taken from him and the Vatican has received a $1B ransom note. We'll get to the scheme a bit later. After being briefed, Chris goes off to Torsten Stiffler as P, who gives him the requisite gadget. This time, it's a cockring that is actually an electromagnet. "And I want it back when you're finished with it," Torsten says.
Chris trots off to Paris where he meets Zack Jones, a fellow British agent who is a liaison with the Continentals. He doesn't meet them for a few hours, so there is time for sex. Chris starts by sucking Zack's cock, and this tanned cutie has a great big one. Chris is just the excitable satyr to gorge himself on it. He's amazingly able to deep-throat, though that's no surprise if you caught the first installment of "SpyBoy." Chris' own wowingly thick piece gets lovingly sucked by Zack and then Chris eats Zack's ass with even more gusto. Chris fucks Zack with impressive zeal. Chris is fat around, but it fits snuggly into Zack's butt. Chris cums all over Zack's back and neatly licks it up.
Chris' French counterpart is a mouthwatering blond specimen named Aurelien Duval, with a square jaw, an eyebrow piercing and a sinfully sexy French accent (a challenge to understand, but a pleasure to love). Aurelien fills him in on some of the details and then his invaluable assistant, Samuel Neuchatel, help Chris with some sexual details. Samuel gives both men voracious blowjobs, keeping a hand parked on whichever dick he's not sucking. Aurelien, sporting a swirling pelvic tattoo and two tongue piercings, gets a sportingly agile sucking from Chris, who then face-fucks Samuel. Aurelien rims Samuel, who blows Chris so happily. The rimming is hot and very soon Samuel gets a face and mouthful of cum, which he shares with Aurelien as Chris lords his dripping cock over them.
The next place Chris goes for clues is a tattoo parlor run by bright-eyed brunet Alistair Hill, a Scot who is more than eager to help Chris, especially when Chris is impressed by a red double-headed dildo Alistair shows him. Alistair is a pro with the dildo, which Chris screws around his ass with almost scary ease. As Chris keeps it going in Alistair's ass, Alistair manages to blow Chris as well. Dispensing with the dildo, Alistair rides Chris like an animal, his ass majorly sucking in the entire cock, helped by Chris' beautiful thrusting from underneath. The dildo is then used on Chris, who takes it with equal ease. They then finally use it for its full purpose, both of their asses sucking it in until they almost meet at the center. And they say bottoms need tops! Chris ends the scene by sturdily fucking Alistair in a few more positions and then feeding him a load.
In a dimly-lit gym, Chris relaxes in the pools and sauna, where he spots very muscular hunk Ben Taylor and superbly inked Reece Richards. Naturally, Chris eyes them flirtatiously and Ben takes advantage by shoving his cock down Chris' gullet. Reece takes on Chris quietly, using his hand to help himself to a near deep-throat. Ben gets to suck a bit too before Chris bottoms with super ease for Reece. They do this in the sauna and with Ben helping out by sucking Chris, he does his best work yet riding Reece. In the bathroom, Chris blows the guys together and then takes it doggy from the powerful Ben, who uses his considerably toned abs to provide the hefty fuck. It gets Chris to cum in the middle of it. Ben cums and then Reece shoots to Chris' mouth. As Chris relaxes in the sauna, the nefarious duo locks him in. Oh no, they are henchman for our villain! As the "sweatometer" (I couldn't make that up, folks) goes to "very hot" (or that), Chris passes out in the sauna.
He wakes up in the clutches of the supervillain, Willy Blondini, played to seething growling perfection by a hot blond number named Jamie Summers. Okay, here's the scheme: Jamie intends to take the sperm of famous people and implant it into the lube that is part of condoms his company makes. This way, the entire world will be populated by the sperm of important people (starting with the Pope for reasons never made clear). Well, Chris is a VIP, a world famous spy, so Jamie suggests adding his DNA to the collection. Chris is of course eager to comply and blows Jamie with all of his might, lovingly kissing him and then feeding Jamie his own cock. Jamie is a powerhouse like Chris. Chris goes back for more sucking and then rides this evil strumpet with scads of oomph. Jamie basically fucks him every which way until he has Chris bent in a right angle to himself. Chris cums being fucked and then Jamie has a giant shot, but wily Chris pulls a fast one on him, locking the metallic cuffs Jamie wears together behind his back.
Chris goes back to Aurelien and they head off to Jamie's chateau, where they are unfortunately overcome by quiet brunet Bastien Pommery and lusty platinum blond Vallentin de Boudault. Of course Jamie has escaped and is there to greet him. He reveals the full plan to Chris. "Imagine a world full of the illegitimate children of the Pope." Try saying that without laughing, but Jamie does it. He asks if Chris has a last request before he kills him, and Chris suggest a little orgy for the quintet. "You are kind of cute," Chris notes to his tormentor. Faster than the clothes come off, Chris is face-fucking Jamie while Aurelien gets to play orally with Bastien and Vallentin. Chris and Jamie's chemistry is thrilling again and their 69 is excellent (note that Jamie is still wearing his cuffs, the nitwit). Vallentin does some equally good blowing and this turns into some ripping sucking chains where all of the guys show considerable talent. Chris deep-throats anything that isn't nailed down before pushing his cock into any available mouth. Chris rims Bastien, who blows Jamie, who does Aurelien. It continues thus for a wonderful while. No one has an idle moment or a tradey ego. Chris fucks Bastien as Jamie takes on Vallentin's tight ass. Aurelien lets Bastien blow him while getting plowed by our superstar. Aurelien almost steals the scene from Chris when he sneaks behind him and snakes his dick inside the still fucking Chris. Chris plays middleman with boundless energy and wins back the scene, earning his star billing tenfold. Sizable cum-shots blast all over the place and then Chris pulls out the cockring. I won't go into the details of the scene, but it suffices to say that Jamie has easily the goriest death scene (cleverly shot by Lincoln) I can ever remember seeing in porn.
Back in London, the agents watch an unseen telecast of Chris meeting the Pope. As he bends down to kiss the Pope's ring, Tom is suddenly horrified by what he sees and yelps out as the film ends. It's a very cheeky ending to this delightful flick. Max Lincoln has come up with a sequel as charming and worthy as the original, and his usage of Chris Cooke is golden. Chris doesn't sit out a single scene here, but he never gets boring, and never shows a moment of boredom. A fine actor on top of a top-notch porn star, he's the glue that holds all of this sublime silliness together.
DVD features: Chapters; widescreen; trailers ("DreamBoy," "DreamBoy USA," "SpyBoy 2," "BarBoy" and "SkaterBoy," and other assorted supplemental material ("Meet Jamie Summers," "Bond and Blondini Gallery" and "Tattoo Studio Gallery"); and playable worldwide (no regional coding).
A DVD Review by Brent Blue
The summer of 1987 was the summer of Bond for me. A View to a Kill was on constant repeat at the children's home I was working at. One of the precocious punks I monitored told me I should do Bond films because of my "English" accent. He also told me that he thought I was bisexual. While no one has accused me of bisexuality in ages, because of my crazy theatrical training, I do often get the "English" accent comment. I only wish I was British enough to get a go with my new favorite sex star, Chris Cooke, who returns a James Bonk in Eurocreme's fun and feisty SpyBoy 2. Cooke is paired with villain/love interest Jamie Summers as Blondini in this adventure, and the two create almost as much fun and mischief as in the original SpyBoy.
In this adventure, Bonk must rescue the Pope's sperm before it is used to impregnate a majority of the world's female population. (This fabulously outrageous plotline alone makes the film worth four stars in my sweetly sacrilegious book!) As in the original, this sequel has wit, charm, a briefing room housed in a building the shape of a phallus and many beautiful lean and pasty boys with enormous penises and the flair and the desire to use them.
To begin with, I am so glad that some things aren't made for their eyes only! In fact, the sight of Cooke jamming his bodacious "burp it" into Zack Jones', as faithful coworker Lovering, smooth, tightly sculpted hole is something that could have gotten Sheena Easton to hit all those high notes -- infinitely. After mutual office suck, Jones climbs upon Cooke's momentous phallus and gives us an idea of what Moses point of view might have been like when the Red Sea parted. The sight of Cooke's gigantic gold finger splitting apart Jones' elegant Bassey is a squirmy, hot delight!
Tatooist Alistair Hill next gets a ride on Cooke's lasciviously long Lana Wood. Hill is slight, even in comparison to the incredibly slimly built Cooke, so it is quite a sight to watch him get impaled upon Cooke's smoking, hot gun. Hill, though, does get to even out the pecking order a bit Upon introducing Cooke to a flailing, large maroon double-headed dildo. The sight of these two lean lads bouncing enthusiastically up and down upon that red-tinged beauty will make you thankful that it is something that you don't have to only live twice to see. This is the kinkiest, seamiest scene in the flick, and it is good to see that along with the distinguished, Cooke has a mild side of crazy to him, also.
Cooke gets to stretch the "octopussy" once again in the next segment -- perhaps the hottest in the flick. While relaxing after his encounter with Hill at a sauna, Cooke catches the eyes of both dark and dastardly Reece Richards and cool blond mint Ben Taylor. Cooke engulfs Taylor's humpy meat with a frenetic snapping motion that exposes the beautiful red head of the fair lad's foreskin ridden member. Soon these juicy pups are arranging themselves into positions that prove the spy does love them. Or positions that prove the spy does lust for them. Before you can hum the Carly Simon theme song, Cooke has placed himself upon Richards' chunky boner and is jackhammering his buttocks up and down up it. Richards, with his half punk rock, half boy next-door baby face and Oriental tattoo stretched between his pecs, is probably the hottest junior miss in the film, so it stands to reason that Cooke would be so enthusiastic. Cooke here shows his true versatility. He is an almost overindulgent bottom and a powerful top -- a true lover of sex and a born exhibitionistic performer. Taylor next pops Cooke's hole with his macho head and bulbous rod. He is a powerful fucker -- grinding and angling -- controlling Cooke, giving him little leverage or room to move. Cooke loves it, grabbing onto Taylor's leg for balance and pushing his rampaging buttocks further back onto Taylor's weapon for maximum force. Though there is a sweaty orgy that ends this polished production, this is definitely the steamiest multipartner scene in the flick and well worth viewing over and over. In addition to Richards' healthy loveliness, Taylor also has an exquisite fresh-facedness and an amazingly sculpted body that makes him a joy to visually linger over.
Of course, Cooke can't have his fun without comeuppance. His partners abandon him, and he winds up in the lair of Summers' Blondini. Summers as Blondini dominates Cooke's Bonk. He is a punk rock club kid with bleached blond hair, and he unzips Bonk's reserve along with his pants. The versatile Cooke is more of a bottom again in this scene, thanks to the passion he obviously has for Summers' thick shank and his wild boy slant on life. Cooke, by far, has the bigger cock, but he has no interest in overpowering Summers with it. This is one sergeant who prefers to be outranked. After much mutual sucking, Summers eases into a very sponge-like Cooke and overtakes the master spy with a mere thrust and stroke.
Of course, Summers doesn't succeed with his evil menacing, and by the ending moments, many of our luscious lads are linked together in a moist and lush acrobatic orgy of flesh.
So to hell with predictions! I may have never gotten to play Bond, but at least I have had the extreme pleasure of viewing Cooke and friends in the exciting and eventful SpyBoy series.
- Christian James