Finally, a flick that answers the question: What would happen if two humble (but gorgeous) horny sheep shearers from the Australian Outback used a video camera to record their sexploits in the big city? The answer: you'd get a hot flick bursting with scorching three-ways from start to finish, just like this one.
The two shearers in the city, as it were, are best mates Red and Bruce. They pick up local studs and tourists that they find at major landmarks in Sydney, like Bondi Beach, the Sydney Opera House, and various and sundry parks and public places, with amazing ease. Their good luck in procuring studs for playtime probably has a lot to do with their good looks: Red is a handsome, almost pretty (in a good way) dude with a wiry body, a huge, mushroom-headed dick, and charisma to burn; Bruce, his best mate, is buff and sexually versatile, and his uncut cock is completely mouthwatering.
The filming method couldn't be simpler. In each scene (most of the time) whoever is not immediately engaged in sexual activity of some sort holds the camera. Often, the guys involved look directly into the lens and address their unseen audience, bringing us right into the thick of things, which adds a lot of spice to the proceedings. And sometimes, when things get hot and heavy, someone directly involved in the action does the camerawork.
The first stud is Joey (no, not a kangaroo), a skater dude who Red picks up near Bondi Beach ( http://SydneyMate.com ). Joey invites Bruce and Red back to his room. Red finds a dildo, and Joey tells him it's his Mum's, but that doesn't stop the young stud from allowing the mates to use it on his ass. Joey's dick, which is very large, stays completely erect as he gets his ass plumbed by the big dildo, and then both Bruce and Red fuck him. At the end of the scene, Joey has Red's dick in his mouth, and Bruce's in his ass, with Red holding the camera as he gets his dick sucked. Bruce blasts off all over Joey's back, and then Red creams Joey's smooth chest. Finally, Joey jerks off producing a big, wet load.
Next up is blond studpup Sean, who the mates find at a posh apartment complex on the pretext of renting the place. Of course, Red and Bruce have other plans for the smoothly muscled young rental agent, and they have him out of his business suit in a flash. All of the action takes place in a room with a mirrored wall, so you often get to see the action from both angles, in addition to whoever is in charge of the camera. Sean's closely-cropped blond pubes and thick cock are the center of attention most of the time, with Bruce going down on it and then performing with Sean in a hot 69. The sex reaches a crescendo with Bruce topping Sean doggy as, once again, Red holds the camera and gets his dick sucked at the same time. Sean's creamy, tan-lined ass looks great as Bruce thrusts inside it. Red gets some of that action, too, with Sean leaning against a wall as he plows him from behind. At the end, Sean jerks off, and his load lands in big white globs on his trimmed pubes.
At the Sydney Opera House ( http://SydneyOperaHouse.com ), Red latches onto Marc, a cute German tourist. Marc surprises Bruce and Red by saying his ass is hands off, but the mates don't mind working around that. So in this scene, it's hunky Bruce who gets fucked, and it turns out that Marc has a prizewinner of a dick, uncut, thick in the middle, and raring to go. First, though, Marc and Bruce trade long blowjobs, with Red on the camera. It's a shame that Marc doesn't get fucked, because when he turns around for Bruce to eat his ass, it looks absolutely great. But, then, so does Bruce's: not only does he give it up for Marc, his mate Red fucks him, too, and Marc who holds the camera for them. At the end of the scene, Marc literally drenches Bruce's buff torso with cum.
A French roller-blader named Pascal is the next quarry for Bruce and Red. Pascal has ripe, sensual, dick-sucking lips, a tight body, and a thick, uncut dick that curves to the side. The minute he pulls down his shorts, you can see the outline of his meat through his white cotton Jockey shorts. Pascal and Red kiss as Bruce videos them, and then Red wraps his lips around Pascal's rock-hard dick. You only have to see Pascal's cock against Red's face to realize how huge it is; the contrast is amazing. When Red takes over the camera, he gets an impressive overhead shot of Pascal's mouth surrounding his cock, as Bruce deep-throats Pascal. Then Bruce eats out Pascal's furry ass and fucks it, and Pascal makes some great noises as his ass is invaded by Bruce's spear. Red moves in and sticks his dick in Pascal's mouth, while he films the action. At the end, Bruce and Pascal cum, drenching Pascal's chest and stomach with their loads.
The last scene features a well-hung, rangy stud named Steve, who Red and Bruce pick up at the beach. Steve takes the mates back to his place, and right away they find out that Steve has a big, dangling uncut piece of meat between his legs, which Red dives on. Then Red and Bruce switch off, and Bruce eats Steve's ass. Bruce reclines and Steve plugs his ass next, burying his dick all the way inside Bruce's tight butt as Bruce jacks his uncut meat, flexes his abs and pinches his very erect nipples. They change positions, Bruce sits on Steve and rides his cock, and Red captures it all from behind the action. Bruce jerks off, bringing himself to a big orgasm, and then Steve's cock explodes, sending his load rocketing over his head and onto the pillow next to his head.
That's the end of this trip to Sydney for the sheep-shearing mates, but I do hope they scrape together the funds for another trip to the big city soon!
DVD features: Chapters; gallery; and no regional coding (playable worldwide).
A DVD Review by Martin Cox
It was inevitable that the hybrid art form called "reality television" -- a subgenre that is more than amateur, less than professional -- would spread to adult films, and among the first entries of this trendy amalgam is a neat little five-scene flick from Australia called Red Center. As Waltzing Mathilda plays jauntily in the background, the exposition is spelled out in a cheeky, printed preamble: It seems a batch of videotapes documenting the sexploits of two Aussie sheep shearers on holiday in Sydney was recently found in a Western Australia post office, though the "authenticity of the tapes can't be verified."
Red Center begins with a close-up of the title character, a lean, raven-haired, stubble-bearded bloke in a black cowboy hat, flannel shirt and snug jeans. He is a cocky, honey-tongued charmer who knows just how sexy he is, and his name is "Red" Centre. (Sometimes the British spelling is used, sometimes the American.) As his off-camera "mate" films him, he gives us a quickie, home-movie tour of Sydney, promises with a leer to "chronicle every one of our adventures," then promptly sets out to snare his first conquest by approaching a kid on a skateboard (Joey) at Bondi Beach.
As Red invites himself and his buddy over to Joey's apartment, the hand-held camera follows them to the modest flat that the guy shares with his "Mum." Joey claims never to have "fooled around" with men but is more than willing to strip down for the two strangers. He has a soft, natural body, a naïve, open face and a big, twitching dick that is ready for action even before he has slipped off his plaid boxer shorts. His eagerness to please has a certain gauche charm about it, and after a few kisses, he has unbuttoned Red's fly, hauled out the knob-headed hard-on waiting there and knelt to suck it.
The action kicks into high gear when Red takes over the filming, and we see the cameraman for the first time. His name is Darren "Bruce" Cure, and he is delectably ordinary. (No peacock like Red would ever allow himself a sidekick who is better looking than he is.) Sexually, however, Bruce is anything but ordinary, and he dives right in, happily sucking and dildoing the young host. As the camera is passed back and forth to a flippant running commentary from Red, everyone sucks everyone, and both men get a piece of Joey's pillowy ass. (The action shots reflected in a wall mirror are notable, but the best moments occur when Joey takes a phone call from his Mum while being fucked.) Three syrupy money shots -- the best of which is Bruce's -- complete the scene.
The second adventure to be documented occurs when Red and Bruce are shown an unfurnished penthouse in a brand-new apartment complex. The cocksure Red soon admits to the tall, strawberry blond real estate agent (Sean) that "this is not exactly what we're looking for but let's not waste the afternoon." With a nervous grin, Sean agrees and in a whisk finds himself in Red's arms, stripped down to his boner-stretched briefs. Red proves himself a considerate cocksucker, gradually swallowing all of the young realtor's considerable meat, and Bruce films it all, going in and out of focus in his excitement.
The barren room also has a wall of mirrors that is used to great advantage when Bruce and Red switch roles. Bruce treats Sean to an entire smorgasbord of kinetic delights: kissing, sucking, nipple-play, 69ing, and a missionary fuck on the carpeted floor. In the mirror, Red films himself filming the moan-laden fuck, then shifts roles to drill Sean standing doggie against the wall. For Red, fucking is as much a performance as it is a pleasure, though his money shot is nothing compared to the explosions detonated by Bruce and Sean. Still and all, this is the hottest scene of the film.
Outside the famed Sydney Opera House, the two pals cruise a compact, friendly faced tourist (Marc) who is eager to join them but makes it clear that he doesn't get fucked and that what he really wants is to fuck Bruce. Later, behind closed doors, we discover that he has a well-toned body, a springboard-hard dick and a penchant for frottage as foreplay. Bruce provides his usual, dependable blow job and adds an extensive spate of saliva-soaked rimming to the proceedings before we at last get to see him give up his ass.
Bruce seems to enjoy this role-reversal, even taking a swig or two of his beer while being plowed. Coverage of this scene is excellent. The camera is handed back and forth by Red and Marc, and for the first time we see explicit interplay between the two buddies. (Bruce sucks and is topped by Red before the scene is over, sporting a contented smile and a hard dick throughout.) This is recreational sex at its most casual -- they chat and crack jokes as they fuck, and Marc and Bruce deliver first-rate splatter shots.
The fourth adventure begins in Centennial Park, where the oversexed auteurs catch the eye of a helmeted roller skater (Pascal) who demands to know, "Why are you filming me?" Soon yielding to Red's seductive spiel, he invites them home for fun and games. Once out of his clothes, Pascal reveals a well-toned physique, hairy legs, a hard cock sheathed in tight foreskin that tends not to recede and a boundless enthusiasm. Again, Red starts things rolling with a barrage of passionate kissing, dick dueling and cock-and-ball sucking, then turns things over to Bruce to serve up the main course.
Pascal is a terrific performer, exchanging hot blow jobs with Bruce and then sprawling on the coffee table, legs high in the air, to be rimmed and fucked -- but the scene is too much like those that have gone before, and the law of diminishing returns begins to set in. Both Pascal and Bruce generate a lot of heat -- just listen to Pascal urge Bruce to "Take me!" or watch the equally propulsive money shots both deliver -- but there is little that's new in the scene, and Red seems to retreat more and more to the periphery.
The final loop begins on Bronte Beach Coast against a seascape of the Pacific Ocean as Red and Bruce come on to a tall, rangy, brunet jogger (Steve). He's cool about the whole thing but manages to inquire, "So... you could tell I was gay? I'm pretty impressed." Of course, they end up back at his digs, and (per usual) Red instigates the explicit action. What's interesting about Steve is his fascination with the whole filming thing, and he never stops asking questions, even while Red is giving him head.
As usual, Bruce comes to the rescue of the scene, sucking, rimming and fingering Steve in his usual, gentle way before providing the jogger with the best fuck of the film. He rubbers up Steve, remains rockhard throughout the missionary proceedings, and sits on him for a bouncing squat fuck, bringing himself off in the process. Red doesn't come at all, but Steve here delivers the best pop of the entire film, firing off geysers that hit the pillow behind his head and then innocently inquiring, "Was that okay?"
Red Center bubbles along nicely in its early scenes, then begins to sag, not because the scenes are any the less heated, but because of the sameness of the structure, personnel and sex acts of its later loops and because its titular star, Red, is not as sexually electrifying as his dazzling visual aura and charisma promise. Still, anyone hooked on "reality" shows will enjoy this highly professional production posing as the work of amateurs.
- Jerry Douglas