As many of you may now realize, I like my fuck flicks with a little bit of story. Chip Daniels rarely disappoints me and Time Cops is no exception. It is a witty, clever sex romp that is both creative and highly erotic. He has assembled primarily a cast of sexy newcomers who attack their roles with gusto and each other with vigor. A hot film, well directed with Daniels' trademark edits and camera angles, great Johnny Cash-sounding music and hot, sexy men.
H.G. Wells' great grandson (Chip Daniels) has discovered his grandfather's time machine yet hasn't the courage to try it himself.
The Ford brothers (meaty Brock Masters and sexy Zachary Scott) are cops and partners. It is Scott's first day on the job.
Scott is ready to go when boyfriend Chevalier flashes his little puppy dog eyes at him and begs to sample his dick for a pre-work fuck. Scott has some time to kill and happily obliges, producing a long, curvy dick that has just gotta taste good! Chevalier attacks Scott's meat with his mouth and even Scott helps out by bending over and licking the head of his dick while Chevalier munches away at the rest. Chevalier then buries his face into Scott's sweet hole as Scott finger fucks his cute little French butt. (Scott is not your typical-looking porn star, in fact, very average looking, very real, but he nails his little boyfriend in every imaginable position you can think of and his cock does not go down once!) Scott releases an incredible pent-up load - a great beginning of the day. The scene is several things at once: Romantic, sensual, sexy and rigorous. Both men more than deliver the goods.
The brothers encounter a bank robbery and ultimately catch the thieves. Turns out they're the great-great grandchildren of Frank and Jesse James. Things go wrong, however, and a shootout occurs, leaving Scott dead. Eaten up with guilt, Masters visits Daniels to find out more about this time machine. Soon, Masters is transporting himself back to 1882 where he arrives, naked and in shock. He arrives in the process of another robbery, this time by the real James brothers (Bret Ford and Brian Roberts). There's another shootout as he watches, between the bandits and the Sheriff (Tony Scalia) and his deputy (Christian Wilder). Wilder is injured and the James boys get away.
Scalia puts up Masters in a neighboring barn and sends stable boy Sandy Sloane to see if Masters needs anything. Masters produces his juicy cock and soon the boyish Sloane is helping the tired traveler out in many ways. He starts by engulfing his engorged cock then rims him with his savage tongue before finally offering his ass, which Masters happily fills. Sloane cums but Masters pays no attention and just keeps ramming away, ignoring Sloane's squeals. Soon, however, Sloane is matching him thrust for thrust. Sloane shoots again and Masters' creamy load finishes the scene.
Doc Scott Davis is treating Wilder's flesh wound. He tells him how lucky he is to be alive (although it's just a scratch, for God's sake) and Wilder is so grateful that he plops down on his knees and takes the blond doctor's pole into his thankful mouth. Sucking leads to rimming (and both men have beautiful assholes) and finally Doc rams his thermometer deep into hairy Wilder's ass. Both men cum noisily.
Cowboys Kristian Brooks and Bruno DeMarco are in the woods with each other's dicks in their mouths. DeMarco can't handle it any longer and buries his dick into Brooks' ass. Into this idyllic scene comes the fugitive James boys. Both take an interest in the activity at hand and are soon producing their own weapons to play with. They get DeMarco out of the way and take turns fucking Brooks, first Ford, who then gives up his sloppy seconds to Roberts - although, I'd happily take sloppy thirteenths if the asshole was Brooks! Finally they reach a compromise and decide to both nail him at once. With Ford on his back and Brooks straddling him, Roberts impales Brooks from behind. It is an intense double penetration, great angles and terrific rock-hard performances by all involved. (Daniels, in his acting heyday, had his share of being on the receiving end of a few D.P.'s and knows what his audience likes.) Brooks, Ford and Roberts shoot gooey loads while DeMarco just basically stands there for the rest of the scene, never cumming at all.
Masters and Scalia discover the James boys and another shootout ensues, killing both. Has the future been changed? Scalia takes Masters to the original H.G. Wells (Daniels again) and Masters hops in, zooming him (and the sheriff) back to the future, 1998. Both men materialize naked, sporting raging hard-ons, in Masters' apartment (!?!). Scalia asks for something to wear and Masters has him try on a jockstrap, which we all know doesn't stay on for long. Masters offers his dick for some 20th century sampling and Scalia gets with the times and devours it before lifting his legs in the air for some blissful fucking. It is a brief scene, I guess because Masters is so anxious to see if his brother is alive.
Needless to say, the ending is a happy one.
You'll be happy, too, if you get this film.
- Jeremy Spencer