Ever wonder what happened to legendary lover Don Juan after he went to hell? Well, no matter, because director Jett Blakk is here to surmise for us in "Don Juan: Sins of the Flesh," an imaginary sequel written by Blakk that finds Don Juan as horny as ever, just gay this time. The film is exquisitely photographed and presented, with a cast that's almost embarrassing in its collective talents.
Just to catch us up on the story of Don Juan, the Don himself, in the form of Ben Campezi, tells us his history (for those of you who haven't been to the library lately) and how he's ended up in hell. Cleverly, the narration, in Spanish with English subtitles, is done over a striptease and jack-off to introduce us to Ben, who is one major hunk. He strips off his frilly shirt and goes down to just his leather pants. He is a hunky brunet with a Latin smolder to him, using a rose to tickle his body and doing it with the utmost sensuality. His uncut dick is beautiful and his ass is even better. He's wonderfully cast, because even in this brief solo scene, he looks and seems the part of the ultimate lover.
Now, apparently Don Juan has taken the elevator to a different part of hell, and here, everyone is gay. So, Ben, tromps around the rooms and takes a look at what's going on. In the first room, hell's version of a locker room (we know it's hell because the locker room is clean -- as if that's possible on earth -- and the carpet is a nightmare of a pattern), Andrew Addams is licking at Chad Hunt's cock through his jockstrap. Andrew's adorable charm is already on full display as the scene starts, playfully dealing with the jock before he finally pops out all of Chad and goes to work. Chad actually looks great, trim and sexy in his tattoos, while Andrew is forever gorgeous with his clipped chest hair and chiseled good looks. Within no time, Andrew is easily three quarters of the way down Chad's legendary cock, further than most men can go. Chad gently face-fucks him to provide more, and Andrew doesn't even need a breath, let alone time to gag. Andrew and his tireless mouth are put down on a comfy bench so Chad can get a blowjob from another position. This one is much harder to manage, but Chad sweetly wraps around to stroke Andrew to encourage the continued sensational work. It's not often that we get to see Chad's ass, but here Andrew gets to rim it, and it's quite a pretty one. Andrew delivers on the rimming just as beautifully as he did the blowing. Within moments, Andrew is parked on Chad's cock, slowly working down the length of it. His muscular cheeks (not to mention thighs) fight hard for the full insertion and he gets there. If you ever want to see what a bottom brings to a scene, watch him skewer himself on Chad Hunt. Andrew rides as a feisty worker from the beginning, taking loads of the cock up his ass, and soon enough adding a wowing speed to the proceedings to further impress. After Andrew has had his fun, Chad fucks him doggy, where he fits in perfectly. They finish their anal workout standing up, with Chad just as forceful as ever, stopping to cum on Andrew's ass before Andrew goes back to the bend for his shot.
Ben continues on, and in another room finds Zoot Suiters Carlo Cox and Sal Correlli playing pool. Before long, Carlo has come up behind Sal to rub against his ass. They make a very sensual pair, the young zealous handsome Sal and the rugged hairy extremely muscular Carlo (take a look at those shoulders!). They ooze Latin yumminess all over the place. Carlo licks all around Sal's neck as Sal tries to get Carlo out of his shirt, eventually working his nipples before shooting down for the engorged thick cock. Small-faced Sal goes to town on the piece and completely stuffs his whole face with it. Sal, who has an effusive saliva-producing mouth, slobbers the thing wet so it slides easily in and out of his mouth. And darn quickly, too! Sal slurps up a hugely interested blowjob, only pulling off to let go of that sexy saliva. Sal strips down to greenish socks (remember it's hell) and Carlo blows him on the pool table. Sal is a moaning menace as Carlo chomps down on his curviness to rattle off an equally effective blowjob. He does a lot of spitting to ape his counterpart, and manages to deep-throat Sal, though his energy is what impresses most. It certainly sparks something in the very vocal Sal. Sal pushes up into Carlo's mouth lots and his hairy partner is more than happy to have it played a little rough. Sal then sits on Carlo's cock, and once Carlo is comfortably inserted all the way into Sal's ass, he bounds into him. He is full of passion and Sal encourages it by seeming to adore it all. Carlo is now in charge of the scene and he does great work. He next takes Sal on his side, more ferociously than before. He ain't nice or slow in this scene. We move on to doggy over the pool table, without any hint of dropping energy and then finally missionary back on the pool table, with Carlo sprinting a fine fuck into Sal's grade-A ass. Sal cums a whopper and Carlo furiously beats off his next.
In another room, tattooed goateed Michael Knight, looking about his best ever, is playing with himself. Cocky adorable Danny Rhymes, also at the peak of his physical perfection and with those hypnotic eyes to dote on if you don't like muscles, enters, looks him over and then starts to blow Michael. When he is done, he comes up to Michael's spot and gets sucked off. His long cock is absolutely worshipped by Michael. He does the sucking full throttle and very nearly makes it all the way down to the bottom. His main hallmark here is a great corkscrewing hand. There is a great close-up of Michael squeezing pre-cum out of his dick as he valiantly sucks. Michael's ass is given a lot of screen time, so it's pretty sure we're going to see Danny smashing into it, which of course we do. Danny slides in and is off like a shot. He fucks Michael very steadily, without much emotion, but with good sturdy topping technique. These two are only allowed the one position before Danny cums and Michael follows.
Ben, still clad in his frilly shirt and leather pants (and a modern watch, mind you), sits at a dimly lit table and watches beefy round-faced Brett Collins jack off. Brett is clad in a leather harness and jeans (and lots of muscles), and looks mighty hot. Before long, Ben can't take being idle and joins Brett. Earlier, Ben had bragged that Don Juan had bedded 10,000 women, but it seems he had time for some men, because he knows his way around a sexy man like Brett. First, they kiss, and big time. He scoops in all of Brett's lips as he gropes and touches him all over. He attends to Brett's nipples here and there during the ardent make-out. Soon enough, denim and leather are discarded and Brett sucks Ben's dick. The energy returns full flush to the story and Brett does a wonderful job on the luscious uncut piece. It's fun to watch Brett deep-throat it until it's completely hard. Brett doesn't let the smooth curving dick out of his mouth for a second, and not that Ben minds, moaning "Mas! Mas! Si!" as he's adored. Ben then squats in front of Brett's face to slide his cock into Brett's mouth in a new position, with Brett taking it effortlessly, furiously beating off his own dick as he does. Ben then delivers on all his promises when he blows Brett, and does an exciting job of it. Using his hand to maximum effect, he rubs it around his face, he licks it, and he sucks pretty deep. Ben then fucks Brett, gripping onto Brett's cheeks and thrusting way deep inside, depth being the main focus of this fuck. Ben has such a great body that he only needs the muscles in his hips to grind into Brett. His butt clenches to provide a little extra depth and he's one sexy fucker. One can see why so many fell under the spell of this Don Juan. Brett, for his part, does a lot of backing up into Ben, which helps a great deal. The fuck turns missionary, but now it's Brett fucking Ben. Ah, the joys of versatility! Ben is a welcoming bottom, spewing out urges in guttural Spanish as Brett tackles him gingerly and calmly. Brett doesn't aim for the same depth, but he does whip in and out with power. However, just when things are getting good, four men (Alan Gregory, Antonio York, Marck Cirriano and Luke Scott), their faces painted white except for black at their eyes and the tips of their noses, enter. All seems fine at first, because they stand over Ben with Brett and one by one, jack off. Sounds lovely. After Ben has the last shot, the four men drag him back to the elevator where he started the story and they go down. Apparently Ben's trip to the wrong part of hell is now done.
Ben Campezi is one gorgeous man. In order to pull off a story about Don Juan, no matter the story, you need to have a magnetic leading man in the title role, and though he seems to speak not a word of English, Ben fits the fill superbly. But, as insurance that when Ben isn't being so magical the flick will still work, director Jett Blakk has crammed a dependable bunch of guys into the other scenes. The first scene is the real dazzler, but strong performances abound everywhere. It's a moody artistically presented fuckfest, another very creative piece from Blakk. I wonder what other stories he can sequel just as sexily.
DVD features: Dolby stereo; no regional coding (playable worldwide); slide-show galleries; trailers ("Santorini Heatwave," "Island Daze," and "Chiseled"); behind-the-scenes footage (a photo shoot of Carlo in his sexy red zoot suit get-up; Andrew is coyly interviewed by the director about his workout routines, the pleasures of a hairy chest, and working with Chad Hunt; the four painted men do some posing for the camera; and then Michael Knight is given some screen time to discuss his popular website and his belly button).
A VHS + DVD Review by Brent Blue