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Distributor | Released | Length |
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Arena Entertainment | 2003 | 105 |
Description source: promotional material
They're dropping their bombs...in your ass!
If "don't ask don't tell" is the policy, then everyone in this man's army is keeping his mouth shut... ...unless there's a hard cock in sight.
Watch as these fighting men raise the flag, raise morale and raise every dick in the house as they storm the butts of their fellow airmen!
"The Bombardier" is a lush and romantic story of blossoming love in and around fictional circumstances during World War II. Jason Ridge and Breck Stewart give excellent acting performances, and tossed in the mix of an astounding cast, everyone delivers sexually. The sex comes in the form of four placid scenes, and all scorch. The story is engaging, well-written and elegantly directed.
Things get started with an unexpected image, that of the Atomic Bomb detonating. It seems the ever-changing Breck Stewart, here looking clipped to perfection, with a tight muscular body and his always handsome dark looks, has been having weird dreams about events around the bomb-droppings of 1945. His shrink suggests a bizarre fascination with the period, but Breck says, "I don't even like 'Hogan's Heroes.'" He bounds off to the library to do some research and hopefully find out why he's so obsessed in sleep by this bomb ado.
Breck is actually working in the library, but hotties Paul Johnson and Nick Capra are shooting each other lewd glances through the stacks. Paul, looks his beast as always -- hairy, physically perfect, and with a stunning ass. Nick Capra, so lean and so tall, with a patrician nose and a really sexually piggy air about him, is as energetic a performer as Paul, so the ensuing scene promises to be killer. And it is. After the requisite eye contact and crotch-grabbing, Paul finally digs Nick's deliciously long cock out of his pants and proceeds to suck it to the base on every trip down, with his usual aplomb and lots of wet interest. He uses every sucking trick imaginable, giving a real Paul Johnson Special, tireless and abundantly efficient. When Paul tears off his T-shirt to reveal all those muscles and fur, Nick has no problem falling to his knees to blow him. He's twice as loud as Paul (where is the librarian, you wonder?), and delivers a fine blowjob of his own. Paul has a blast face-fucking him, and Nick keeps up pace wonderfully. Paul then bends over for Nick to fuck him. Nick has a lot to conquer between those muscular cheeks, and his long cock is just the spear to do it. Nick bashes at Paul mercilessly and turns in one of his always superior fucks. Paul then sits on Nick, grabs a hold of a tall shelf and rocks himself up and down Nick, scooping in every available inch of cock. This gets Paul to blast off a loud cum-shot and then Nick follows with something even more boisterous.
While these two were mauling each other, Breck discovered something in some declassified files. There was apparently a third Atomic Bomb, called "Sissy Boy," that was to be dropped over Hokkaido days after Nagasaki. When he sees the pictures of the bomber-crew members, one is stunner Jason Ridge, and the other is ... himself! His doctor suggests this could be a case of reincarnation peeping into Breck's life, so he decides to hypnotize him ("And this costs extra," Breck cheekily asks). When Breck wakes up, he's in full military garb on a couch in a whorehouse with Jason and fellow pilots Brett Collins and Andrew Addams.
Jason, having sated the whore, leaves with Breck, leaving nervous Andrew and Brett. Andrew, with his gorgeous cheekbones and perfect body, suggests starting without the lady of the night. "I'm no sissy and neither are you," hairy Brett responds. "I know, I gotta do something or my balls are gonna explode ... yours, too!" Andrew retorts. So, Brett takes out his "peter," and Andrew sucks it as faux big-band music swells. He gets Brett nice and hard, effortlessly sucking the cock with his well-heeled talent. Brett says he's never blown a guy, but he's willing to try on fat-cocked Andrew. He starts tentatively, with a few licks, which is perfect for the character, but soon enough the cock is sliding in and out of his mouth easily. He concentrates mainly on the head and then Andrew has the scene's highlight when he buries his face deep between Brett's cheeks and rims the stuffing out of him. To incite fucking, Andrew suggests Brett "do it for your country," and, of course, Brett agrees. So, Brett sits himself down on Andrew's juicy cock and bounces like a total pro. For a newbie to fucking, he certainly knows the territory. The soldier-like determined ride is caught beautifully by a knowing camera up close. It's Andrew's turn to get fucked, and this is even more exciting. Andrew is an ace bottom and Brett has a whale of a time bounding in and out of him. Andrew has a messy cum-shot all over his pretty abs and then Brett spews with Andrew chewing on his balls.
Breck and Jason, a boy-next-door yummy handsome type that has to appeal to just about anyone, are talking in a Jeep, and Jason is hesitant about marrying his girlfriend. Now, remember, Breck is thinking in his 2003 mind, and it's hard for him not to confess his love for Jason or make him understand their shared sexuality. But, they do share a tender hug. Jason then informs Breck of their mission and he's dumbfounded. He doesn't want to drop a third bomb (we have a strong anti-war statement going on here).
As Breck and Jason leave, Army mechanics Parker Williams, with his five-o'-clock shadow omnipresent, and Braeden Casey, about the cutest man around, with a big masculine body, but the face of a cherub, enter to fix the Jeep. Parker takes an interest in Braeden's butt, and to rope him into sex, has the classic line that "as Americans, you're supposed to help each other out." If that's not enough, Parker reminds him that he outranks him, so that puts helpless pup Braeden on his knees. Parker whips out his upward-curving cock and forces a very tentative Braeden to suck it. Again, in character, Braeden resists. However, Braeden's nose is soon buried deep in the pubes as he delivers one of the best blowjobs of the flick. He's a pool of drool and it pleases his partner immensely. Parker then offers to show the kid how to really do it -- and Parker attacks Braeden's dick. Parker, ever the showman, dazzles a clearly excited Braeden with his talents, providing the smooth long cock with one hell of a deep-throat marathon. Parker finishes off the oral with a fervent all-out rimming, pulling the shaved cheeks wide enough apart to find the wisps of hair left intact near the hole. That hole is itchin' for some touchin' and Parker fucks it like it wants. Artilleryman that he is, he takes no pity on Braeden, who seems more than able to hold his own. He takes Parker to the base without any complaint, and from every camera angle, it's a fast-paced exciting fuck. Braeden releases a batter of goo with Parker still in him and then the top has the flashier spray.
Breck goes to a USO dance with Jason, but he feels kind of lonely, since Jason is the belle of the ball. He's also nervous about dropping the bomb. When Jason tries to comfort him, they share their second tender hug, and Breck kisses Jason. Jason freaks and bolts. Then, it's the big day. The day of the dropping of Sissy Boy. In the best acted scene, Breck tries to confront Jason about the other night, but Jason doesn't want to hear any of it. In fact, he's so spooked that he's asked for a transfer. "I can't be what you need me to be," Jason says in the romantic overripe melodramatic dialogue exchange. Breck then rants in a flowery speech of true love, and Jason sheepishly admits his feelings as well. He gets his own lovely words to say and, not minding the controls, they kiss passionately. To director Jett Blakk's deserving credit, the scene is beautifully filmed and paced, and the two guys really have a chemistry that makes it even more believable.
With Jason barely minding the controls, Breck fishes out his long proud cock and nosedives for it. Jason is immediately smitten, but given the non-stop mouth on Breck, how could he not be? The sucking isn't made easy by the tight set of the cockpit, but Breck manages to deliver a sweet loving blowjob, sexy as all get-out, too. He licks and sucks the full length of Jason's dick and there are smiles all over the place. I suppose having flipped to autopilot (and would a bomber have such thing?) Jason is very nervous to touch Breck's uncut cock. He kisses the head, with enormous passion building up, and finally begins to go deeper. Like Brett before him, he has a very talented mouth for a "first timer" and his pitch-perfect suck is right in line with Breck's. In the back of the plane, a nude Breck leans over Sissy Boy, to have Jason explore his ass. Jason flops his dick right into Breck, who starts off the fuck by backing into it. Talk about your star quality. Breck has it in spades. "I've wanted this for so long," Breck coos, and you honestly believe him. Jason begins to fuck with a little more steam, lest you thought it was all going to be summer-fresh lovey-dovey. In fact, he has a very watchable hip-grinding motion that shows his expertise. Hairy-legged Breck, with his eyes rolled back in his head, rides on Jason (sitting on the bomb now), and Breck shows off the best ride yet. In a most welcome twist, the missionary-fuck turns out to be a flip-flop, with Breck turning in as professional a topping performance as he did bottoming. Jason has a most agreeable ass and Breck fucks him in a few positions, all of this turns out to be the best fucking in the scene. Breck acts the hell out of the role, really enjoying himself, in character, no less. After they cum, Jason asks, "Is this what it's like with guys?" "That's what it's like when you're in love," Breck tells him.
Breck then decides they can't drop the bomb. Jason, however, is loyal to the mission, so he opens up the hatch to drop it. Breck closes the hatch, Jason smiles and that is that. Breck tells Jason (and by this point, wouldn't the Japanese have shot them out of the sky?) to land on an unchartered island that won't be discovered for forty years (almost blowing his cover). "What will happen to us," Jason asks, and Breck assures him history will take care of that. The doctor tries to bring Breck back to the present, but Breck won't wake up. Instead, he's romping on the beach with his lover (in a scene that looks like something out of Madonna's "Swept Away" -- but about ten times better). This damn cute pair lives life on the beach, so obviously in love.
After a rather terse warning not to fast-forward through any of the dialogue, "The Bombardier" starts off and immediately captivates, but it's director Jett Blakk who is the one with the real passion here. Having written and directed this opus, it smacks of the kind of thing that took lots of forethought and insight before the cameras started rolling. If the dialogue sounds like something out of a goofy 1940s wartime movie, that's the way it should be. A lot of attention is paid to making this story period perfect (okay, but they do use condoms all the time). The two leads -- Jason Ridge and Breck Stewart -- are cast perfectly, with the chronically underused Breck really sinking his teeth into this massive role. Decked out with a ferociously talented supporting cast, there is no way these four sex scenes couldn't work as well as they do. Director Jett Blakk, aided by great music from Jake Render, has a sweet story in mind, and that's how he spins it.
A Video Review by Brent Blue