Proving that men can fuck with abandon, and probably without fear of being caught, in a state park in rural Alabama, "Cruisemaster Road Trip: Number 6 " begins its three-chapter romp across America's bare-ass landscape with tattoo-rich Chris Neal arriving at a picnic table where spread naked and stroking his meat is post-twink blond Scott Bradley, ready for action. Daddy-like Chris, with brush-cut, tan lines and cockstrap straddling a piece of meat that has its own inky emblem emblazoned on it, walks up to the always insatiable Scott who drops to his knees and gets right down to business. Drenching Chris' cock in spit and spittle, he fairly rattles his partner's nipple- and ear-rings and shell necklace with his expertise, sucking on his knees, spreading Chris out on the table for another session, then laying on the table to be force-fed. Chris then gets a little action, rimming that beautiful bubble-butt, then forcing his fat cock up and starting to pump. With thunder rolling in the background, he invites his prey back to his cabin to get out of the coming storm. They march right to the bed, Scott gets on his knees, and Chris resumes their fuck, rolling him on his back as the thunder continues and their kisses start to rain upon each other until Chris fucks the cum out of Scott and then pulls out to dump his own load across the cutie-boy's abs.
Director Keith Griffith then takes us to the New Jersey shore where tall and lean hairy daddy Josh Kole is lounging on the beach with boy-toy Holden Grey, a pug-nosed, tousle-haired frat-brat. Along come Devon Cade, a younger version of Josh Kole, and his sweetie, the baby-faced boy-next-door Evan Fury. They chat, gather up their towels, and head back to a beach bungalow, where as soon as they enter the door, Josh is all over Evan, and Holden and Devon are after each other, Devon gobbling Holden's fat eager cock at once. This a slow, real-time sex romp that is best appreciated with the sound turned up a little so that you can hear the dialogue, especially from Josh as he encourages the sweet-faced insatiable pig Evan to lick his balls and take his huge dick down to the base before laying him across the floor and greedily gobbling Evan's own considerable piece of meat. Holden, meanwhile, has Devon in a short-breath frenzy with a smooth, head-swirling blowjob that soon moves into a legs-over-shoulders missionary-fuck on the couch with Holden, whose cock is fat and luscious, slipping it in to whispers and groans and verbal encouragement. Across the room, Josh has worked his face into Evan's pale, hairy butt, but it's Evan who turns the tables with a thoroughly deep, professional, ass-writhing butt-munch of his own on Josh. Holden invites them over to join him and Devon and Evan lubes up to fuck his boyfriend. In a brief shot, you can see how well this quartet is chosen, Holden and Evan resemble each other as do Josh and Devon. Evan pounds Devon forcefully then gives way to Josh who carries the biggest meat, and best vocabulary, in the room. Holden then lubes up and spins his dick up Josh's always-eager hole, then gives way to Evan. The older guys then get on their knees on the couch as Evan plows Devon and Holden goes into overdrive on Josh, then switch partners for more pounding. Devon then spreads out on the couch and Josh impales him, bringing him to a chest-covering splatter as the other three drench his body in their own sticky fluids. "Damned nice day at the beach," Devon concludes.
In downtown Chicago, beautiful college jock and Keith Griffith regular Dakota Williams is watching the tour boats go by when lanky frat-boy Tristan Foster sits down on the bench next to him, chats him up, and takes him back to his hotel room. Dakota, who is a combination of porn star Lane Fuller and TV actor George Eads ("C.S.I."), gets a major surprise when he pulls down Tristan's baggy jeans, a hard, humongous cock that looks like it weighs more than Tristan himself. Pro that he is, Dakota is hardly fazed as he swallows it down to the base, causing shivers to cascade through Tristan's body. The latter drops to his knees to savor Dakota's beautiful, and also large, dork, his raw good looks framed by the sunlight as he brings it to full erection. They move to a side-by-side 69 on the couch before Dakota, who cannot seem to get enough cock, slips Tristan's wood up his hole for an energetic sit-fuck before they move to the window for a standing doggy, punctuated by hot licks, kisses, nips, sweat and groans, Dakota plastered against the window, Tristan shoving upward and inward with every thrust (a great shot from beneath of the sweat worked up). They remain impaled in that position as they move to a facedown fuck on the couch before swinging up and jerking themselves off to a sweet and sloppy climax.
Once again, Keith Griffith gives us what it takes to make us believe that cruising for sex in America is a piece of cock, oops, that's cake!
A Video Review by Bo Champion